Your affectionate grandaughter,

I was reading this letter and find myself feels warm inside. first of all, maybe because I still have my grandma alive by my side. I can't say that she is as healthy as she supposed to be.. but I believe that If I were to write a letter to her, this is how the letter going to be:

...

My dear Oldmom,

I don't know if you could read this clearly or not. if not, you can wear your glasses that I place right besides you, yes that yellow-transparent glasscase. or you can also find other person to read this for you, I hope they can read my words while makes my feeling fathomable.

this is Ayrine. I know you always forget my name and that makes me feels a bit blue, but all will be okay because you never forget who Ayrine is.

all I want to say is the reason why I always ask you to tell me your story. Why 'today we haven't chat yet, tell me a story' was always my first sentence to you every night I came back home. I love how you laughed, maybe the first laugh on the day, just because I asked. I love your first laugh to begin every answer, maybe it would mean 'why'd she care?' or 'I'd love to'

I love your stories. About you and your past life, you and everything. They mesmerize me every time I hear it. I always wish that I'd be able to travel to that time, to the time of your life. Maybe to when you were a teenager, maybe to when you were still in highschool. I can tell that we're gonna be friend. a bestfriend is a possibility too.

your second Grandchild,

yes, that Ayrine.

{2012}