"Even when you're older, you still like to hug your grandma like that"...
She often laughed and teased me when she saw me falling into her arms every time I returned home. I often reply, "No matter how old I get, I'm still your grandchild."
She's grown up, her legs are longer, her shoulders are broader, she can't carry her like before, but in my heart, she's always a peaceful place to come back to.
Her familiar scent, the gentle caress of her hair or the same words of advice every time she comes back, all are strangely warm.
They say time waits for no one. Therefore, every time I return to her, I cherish it immensely. No matter how big or small, being able to hug your grandmother is still a privilege, right? 0 reply
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