The month of June reminded me of my long, deceased paternal grandmother since it is her birthday month. I do not have a lot, well, thinking bout it now, I would be more honest to say that I do not have fond memories of her, not a single one. Somehow the word grandmother calls to mind only two words: loving and monstrous. The last one being my paternal grandmother. And thank God for my maternal grandmother, I was able to see the good side of having one. I realize that I might hurt my relatives feelings upon writing this down, but I’m just trying to be true in what I write. You can attest to the fact that she never made life any easy for me growing up, so perhaps, you would be able to understand how I feel. It doesn’t mean I never loved her, in fact, all the while I wanted to make her proud of me, but somehow all my efforts are not good enough and I always end up second best to my cousin. Anyway, moving on to the things that I remember about her. Read more…
