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Dear Grandma Dear Grandma
by Juliana Elo
Issue 3
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How are you doing? I’m doing great, but missing you lots. I hope I’m going to Brazil soon, so we can have some fun. Like when I dye your hair, and finish putting it up - and you have to wait for 45 minutes to wash you hair, walking around with that punk hair. I bet nobody dyes your hair as well as I do, and you might miss me so much that it hurts. We have a lot of fun together, don’t we?

People are so normal up here! I pity them for they don’t have a wild grandma like mine. You’re the best! The buns you make are the best, your French Fries are crispy and dry outside, and soft inside…nobody makes them better! And the steaks! Wow! My mouth is watering just by remembering. but don’t go thinking I changed my mind about your coffee. Grandma, honey, stop trying…

No need to be ashamed. You can’t make coffee, but that won’t change my love for you. When we love, we accept the other’s failures. But not that coffee! Don’t offer me that cause I won’t accept. Hey, change that Tutankhamen’s-mummy-bandage-made-fabric-filter-bag for a coffee maker, for God’s sake!

Not counting that, you know, I’m very proud of you. In the last three years, you dribbled beautifully past a heart attack and trounced cancer 10-0. Even though the opponent was aggressive and didn’t even get a yellow card from the referee before miracles happened! The doctor didn’t even have time to prescribe any medication before the cancer began to disappear. At the end of the game, the damn opponent was a complete waste of space; it didn’t even have a chance to move on the pitch. You’re unbelievable!

I’ve been seeing people here give up living, and that’s so sad! But when I think of you - with your great sense of humour and your fast jokes - I feel strong. I know that, once I have a quarter of your strength, not even a 100 winters could knock me down.

By the way, the snow already melted. The sun is shinning, the birds sing…it’s spring! Spring brings me a feeling which I never got used to. It’s like falling in love everyday, and it’s funny to realize I’m not the only one who feels like that. People around me start to laugh more, talk louder, smile at one other…it’s interesting how seasons affect people’s behaviour so much.

At the beginning of the month, I was going to the subway station and I tried to take a short cut by walking through a plot of land. It was so muddy and slippery that - as it usually happens to everybody who takes shortcuts - I regretted it so much. I was so angry at all that mud on my pants and shoes; it was hard to walk…awful! Half way, I heard a man talking loud and I didn’t even want to look at him because I thought he was drunk. Sure, I thought he was drunk! Why would somebody sound so happy in that bloody muddy no-man’s land? Maybe it was memories of Woodstock - I had to look.

When I turned my head towards him, I saw a big guy standing by these three minimal yellow flowers and when I paid attention to what he was saying, he sounded pretty sober to me. The poor guy wasn’t drunk, he was just so happy, saying, “The three first flowers of this year! Three! It’s April 1st and there are already three yellow flowers here!” Well, it was true. That was just so great that I had to go home and get my camera. It made my day and for three more days after that. Ok, they don’t look that special. You have to go through the winter to see beauty in the little flowers.

I think life must be like this, isn’t it? So many boring days when we’re just running for work, after money and trivial things. Tell me, after 85 winters, how beautiful is life? I think it might be lovely because when I look at you, that’s what I see.

I love you.

Kisses from your favourite granddaughter,

Ju


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