revisiting grandma

April 16th, 2009 § 0 comments

It is easy for me to remember how long grandma has left us.

I was pregnant with Adrienne then, so grandma has been gone now for like 17 over years.

As in most traditional families, I was not grandma’s favourite. She was truly into this male heritage and gender biased stuff, I was a constant

Nevertheless, the discriminations and verbal abuse grew me.

I never hated her.

In fact, I admired her dominance and intelligence.

I tried all ways to win a little space in her heart but in vain. Massaging her legs, rubbing and warming her back on cold nights, squeezing her Sunkist oranges minus the seeds, bake her sugarless cakes……

I wonder if Angie felt fortunate. I guessed not, at this tender age. Mom loves her like her own grandchild.

Mom adores her like her own grandchild.

How come my grandma never loved me like how mom loves Angie?

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