whenever
i
look
back
the
time,
i
will
easily
think
of
my
grandmom,
someone
who
is
always
with
a
smile
on
her
face,
tender
like
the
water.
i
had
been
living
with
my
grandmom
from
3
to
12
years
old.
in
my
memory,grandmom
would
get
up
very
early,mostly
before
darkbreak,
and
then
started
to
make
breadfast
for
me,
woke
me
up
and
dressed
me.
she
always
did
these
in
a
slow
but
ordered
step.
when
i
did
something
wrong,
grandmom
never
shouted
at
me,in
fact
she
never
shouted
at
anyone,
but
held
my
hands
in
her
hands
and
told
me
some
strories
or
her
experience
to
let
me
recognize
what
i
did
wrong.
i
did
miss
that
past
time.