Monday, December 09, 2013
I love my grandma so much. I love how she loves me the most, I love how when I'm with her, I feel important, like for once, I matter. I love how she spoils me, and how no matter how old I am, with her I feel like I'm a kid again, cradled in her arms, running around in her garden, eating ba hu with porridge with her in her room.
Yesterday when I went to her house, she brought me to her closet and took out this ladybug stapler she got from her recent trip to Hong Kong and said "Shh, don't show people."
When I got out of her closet, my aunt was like "Eh! What colour is your stapler?" And I saw that my cousin's one was a cat, and my other cousin's one was also a cat, and both my brothers' ones were cats too. And I just felt so special you know? And it feels nice.
I love her ( and I don't ever want to lose her )
Yesterday when I went to her house, she brought me to her closet and took out this ladybug stapler she got from her recent trip to Hong Kong and said "Shh, don't show people."
When I got out of her closet, my aunt was like "Eh! What colour is your stapler?" And I saw that my cousin's one was a cat, and my other cousin's one was also a cat, and both my brothers' ones were cats too. And I just felt so special you know? And it feels nice.
I love her ( and I don't ever want to lose her )
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