My grandma used to live in a small farm 20
kilometers from the town where we stay. Grandma
planted vegetables and flowers for sale. In addition
she had a small fish pond where she reared
several species of fishes for her and the neighbors'
Grandma left a mark on my life for what she was
and what she did. You know you love and care for
a person when you look at her and feel your heart
brimming with a special kind of feeling. That is love
and that is what I feel when I looked at Grandma.
She was a superb grandmother. She was so
adorable and every one of my friends loved her.
She would give us pocket money and fresh fruits
whenever we visited her. Every holiday I went and
stayed with Grandma. Sometimes a few friends came
along. The minute I get to the farm, Grandma would
make me forget all my worries and make sure I enjoy
I learned to appreciate nature up close as
Grandma taught me to fix a fishing line to catch fish,
identify bird calls and animal and insect sounds.
She always said that there was no better place for
her than nature in the raw. She would wade into
the river and even caught fish with her bare hands.
Then she would let it go. I discovered the intricacies
and techniques of vegetable planting and floral
cultivation. Grandma can even predict the weather
just by smelling the air and looking at the clouds. The
best times I have spent with Grandma were when we
sat on the beach to observe the sunrise and sunset.
The splendor of the sun made me realize how lucky
I was to have such a lovely lady by my side.
I always thought Grandma was the one and only
and different from other grandmothers I had seen.
For her age and generation, she understood all of
her grandchildren and listened to us even when we
grumbled about out parents. She was open-minded
and I want to be like her when I grow old. She was
very supportive of whatever we, her grandchildren
wanted to do. She had even gone with us on some
of our nature hikes and adventures to isolated places.
She always encouraged us to believe in ourselves.
I remember clearly the times when Grandma and
I sat on the beach at midnight to wait for the turtles
to come up and lay their eggs. We kept very quiet
and as the turtles shed tears as they did their egg
laying, Grandma shed silent tears too. She said that
she felt sad when she thought of the fate of those
young turtles after the eggs hatched. Most of them
never made it to adulthood.
The next morning, as we were playing in the
sea, something dark floated up to where I was. I
screamed but Grandma silenced me and bent to
scoop it up. It was a young turtle which must have
got detached from its family. One of its legs had a
small cut. Grandma took it home and looked after it.
When the cut healed, I wanted to keep it as a pet
but Grandma advised against it. It was better for the
turtle to have a normal life in the sea. So we went to
the beach and let it swim away. That day, I learned
to appreciate the creatures of nature.
Then, all of a sudden, Grandma's health
deteriorated. It was heartbreaking to see her lying
in the hospital bed. Two months down the road,
she breathed her last with a smile on her face. My
Grandma was definitely one of a kind and one I would
change for all the money in the world.