That person. That love. That look

That person. That love. That look

You may never know that your eyes are so sharp. --Inscription

Fat, short, with a round face like a big pancake, with a small nose on his face. A black hair, thick eyebrows, a slightly larger mouth below, at first glance, round and round. She is my grandmother.

From an early age, I was helplessly sent to my grandmother and lived with my grandmother. My grandmother was a teacher when she was young. She is old now, but she is still very good. I remember that when I was out of school, I went to the street with my classmates. After dusk, I said goodbye to my classmates, but my grandmother wrote an angry face. I saw my grandmother calling me to the study room. He slowly sat down. Hold your hands on the forehead of a line. "Where have you been?" I said with a trembling voice: "I am going shopping." "Going shopping? Why don't you inform your family before you go shopping? Have you ever explained? What should I do if something happens? Do you still know how to respect your loved ones? Do you know how worried we are? You are not too small, what you have to do for yourself is to make responsibility for it. I bowed my head and my tears had broken. I regret it.

It is you, a severe person, that I understand the responsibility of being a man.

Growing up, the rebellion of youth. I began to become unheard of your words, treating what you said as a whisper. The harsh criticism of the year became a mountain-like silence, and I didn’t say it. When I did something wrong, she would let me go. Decided, let me make a choice at the crossroads of life. Soon after, my grandmother became ill, her face was pale, her voice was getting smaller, and she saw her grandmother lying on the bed. When she was fighting the disease, she was not thinking about me. The name, mourning me, my nose is sour, rushed in, hugged my grandmother, tears falling down big and big: "Grandma is sorry, I am wrong, since then I took care of the milk, accompanying my grandmother every day, Under my care, my grandmother changed back to the past, the same health, the same powerful, the same silence.

In the days that followed, whenever I did something wrong, my grandmother would treat it silently, and when I succeeded, she was a gratified face, and I could understand her good intentions. It’s you, let me know how to be a person, to learn, to love, in the small details of life, my grandmother will remind me with my eyes and warn me.

It is you, let me learn to cherish, learn to explain, learn to use eye contact. --postscript

First day: silently