I miss my grandmother...

When i was waiting at Köln Flughafen, my cousin and i overheard a conversation between an old lady and her two grandchildren, whom i supposed, were of the same age as mine.. She was talking in Deutsch.. telling the granddaughters that there were two bikes ready at home which they could use to ride around the city the next morning.. she looked so excited talking on and on, smiling at times.. the granddaughters looked a little annoyed though.. perhaps she was talking too loudly some people were looking.. i was, too.. i just thought it was beautiful..

I was too, like that.. i felt that i couldn't take it, to come back from school tired and should listen to my grandmother.. sometimes, she told me about the tv shows she just watched, which i had no clue at all about.. or the news she just heard, which also, i had no clue at all about.. to be frank, i was annoyed.. nonetheless, apart from all those, i missed her presence whenever i did not see her for some time.. no wonder, i had been living with her for almost my whole life.. she was the one who peeled apples and sent them to our room while we were studying.. she made sure the maids got our dinner ready before 7pm.. she took care of us whenever we were sick because our parents were at work..

Having gone through so many things, she's definitely tough.. i respect her, no matter what.. she could hardly remember what happened a year back but the amazing thing was, she remembered every single thing during the war times.. she told me the story, repeatedly.. but i did not get sick of it.. it was scary.. it was unbelievable that she survived.. and that slowly changed me.. i guessed she should be feeling lonely and bored.. why not? aged 84, spending almost all the days watching tv.. why not kept her companied for just a few hours?

Listened to her repeated stories would certainly not kill me, i told myself..