I like how grandma wakes me up every morning.
nags at me to get work done.
cooks my favourite dishes.
constantly asks me if I'm hungry.
laugh at my lousy chinese.
automatically translates stuff she's saying from hokkien to mandarin when i'm around.
clean my ears for me.
tickles me.
asks me if I need a thicker blanket every night.
speaks in me in her random english phrases.
Sometimes you take a nasty incident and flip over your perspective towards it.
If not for granddad's passing I might have been unable to spend so much time with her before I fly.
I use to hang around only during the holidays and on fridays.
But now, we share a home.
