grandma

i remember one day, walking through the strong winds coming from the river, walking up to the shopping mall to get some feminine products. my third or fourth time coming on. me in embarrassed pain. her so small, but resolute. muttering to herself that no-one had told her. family traits.

i loved her short hair, and the way she smiled. her efficient ordering around of grandpa. the way it was always clear with her when things were right, and when they were wrong.

i never told her i hated her diluting my orange juice. but i drank it all the same.