we were never that close. we never are. my parents neither are close to her. she’s my father’s mother. i dont know what maybe the deep reason to this. they were never that happy-since-ever family unlike my mother’s family. Maybe because they were a broken family. my lolo left them when my father was just a child. a toddler at that. they were never a happy family. they never are. she and my father have actually a little misunderstanding. she and my mother, too.
but now that she’s 77, she’s too old to mind those that had happened in her life. she is already weak now. too weak to have an argument with anybody else.
actually, she just celebrated her birthday in our house. i have mentioned that we never were close to each other. but she would always be proud of us, her grandchildren with her ony son. i am not saying that her other apos are not successful, but they are not as successful as me and my siblings when it comes to academics. lola is always proud of us. she actually has a gift everytime we graduated. be it in elementary, or high school, or college. When i graduated this 2006, she gave me a ring. i have never used that coz it never fitted my finger. but the thought of her being thoughtful and proud of us makes me happy already.
she actually has her favorite grandchildren. those who stayed with her since they were born. but i always stick to the idea that only us, her not so favorite grandchildren can make her proud like this.
