I think Grandmas are more sweeter than all the sweets combined. Their eyes speak nothing but thoughtfulness.Oh, how I miss that! I've been blessed with a Grandma whom as I remember was always having eyes teeming with adventure . I've heard a lot of stories about her trips. She eloquently accounted how she survived the great flood in Leyte and how she tried escaping those who practiced the "Dark Arts". She never had so much money but she lived a life well-lived. I miss listening to her.
I miss her so much that I can still remember how she would laugh. I really miss her.
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