Description Ver.1- Grandmother

Grandmother        
Seldom can I recall the memories deeply deposited in my brain. Sometimes I even think that they are just missing for no reason or those memories were unconsciously deleted from my temporary area in brain. Consequently, only a few really unforgettable events and people close to me would root in my mind in my childhood. However, it’s certain that the one and only grandmother of mine is a striking image coming up right away when it comes to talking my childhood.

        My parents were busy working then, so during the period I was taken care of by my grandmother. Even though it’s a little bit blurred, I can still visualize the scene that every afternoon by the door she held me in her arms sitting on a wooden rocking chair. The shinning sun beam scattered perfectly on us, which made the temperature warm and cozy. Over the roof eave cotton-liked clouds floated slowly in the azure sky and breeze wept swiftly by our cheeks. At a suburb district, lying in a corner at the end of a dead end, beside a farm field, my grandparents’ house was surrounded by peace and natural fresh air. Everything seemed so perfect and my grandmother would start to tell her past happenings or small stories with great moral in her slightly hoarse but smooth voice. Through her shinny eyes wisdom glows；From her mild smile warmth spreads naturally；Over her head lush but grey curly hair grew because of her sparing no efforts to support our family. I especially love her big and rough hands covering with wrinkles after doing numerous work. Her hands could wipe all the upset, and embrace all my mistakes by patting softly on my back. Last but not least, it’s said by Mom that I used to hold one of her earlobe with my fingers and not until I fell asleep would I let go. Although it’s strange to hear from now, I think it definitely gave me a sense of belonging and moreover shows our intimacy during that times.

    However, she suffered from a serious disease and passed away at last. I guess I was too young to understand the meaning of “death” and I don’t remember that if I felt grief at all as I was called to stand by my grandmother just about to sleep. She said she wanted to see me so I held her hand which was getting colder. Memory fades away in the passing of time, I treasured those the most precious. Things my grandmother taught me and the affection she gave me will influence me for good.