Looking through my grandmother’s kitchen window, you can see a different scene each evening.

My grandma peacefully reading as the charming light of the sunset is caressing her wrinkled face, her delicate hands cupping the elegant mug she got from my aunt, this lovely lady enjoying a fresh apple from the trees she took care of all her life.

Just an enchanting woman living under the divine sun of a small village.

But today, something unique is happening.

The table isn’t empty anymore, with only an old book covering a corner of it.
In fact, a few atypical objects appear out of nowhere all around it.

Starting with a phone.
Grandma doesn’t use one.

Then a pink pony, a notebook with small drawings on the cover, then another phone.

Some plates and glasses quickly come into view, as well as some napkins that are carefully folded into triangles and put next to each plate.

Suddenly, the pony that was on the table a few minutes ago is flying around the living room with its mane moving into the warm air and gently landing on the beige old couch.

“Dinner is ready!” a soft voice announces, and that is enough for the table to be surrounded by several people.

And just like that, the golden eyes that used to look at the clouds every evening, are now sparkling, facing the humans she once used to fit into her small hands.

A vibrant smile covers her pink lips and her heart fills with joy.
Something she hasn’t experienced in a while, as these delightful moments with her family are all that truly makes her feel love.

Some faded giggles and conversations are left there, on the glass of the kitchen’s window, as you disappear into the abundant sunset.

Until the next family dinner, you can still admire countless scenes of my grandma, living her quiet life with books, mugs and apples.

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    Margarida Brei
    Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
    8 months ago

    A sweet ode to a wondrous Grandma. I had a feeling that the Grandma was dying and seeing a mirage of her own children as children around the table. Or perhaps her memories spun her family out of her mind into her presence?
    Well done! Keep writing and welcome to Voice.Club, Beatrice!

    Margarida Brei
    Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
    8 months ago

    Apologies for not wishing you a Happy New Year, Beatrice. Perhaps you should ask Voice.Club to correct your title with an apostrophe to, “Grandma’s Kitchen Window.”

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    7 months ago

    Happy new year, Beatrice. Welcome to the voice club family. Your story brings back old memories with my grandma. One of a wonderful and joyous memories to remember. Nicely done, Beatrice. Keep on writing.

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