This is a story, one of my cousins told me.
It is not even a story. More like an anecdote or a reminiscence.
My grand daughter came running to me one day.
“Grandma, draw a dog,” she said. I drew one.
“It looks like a monster.” She laughed.
“OK, then, tell me a story, about a bad boy and a good girl.” She asked.
I blinked and said, ” Darling, I am not good at telling stories. Can I read one for you from a book?”
“No grandma, your voice is very soft. I can’t hear you well. Then bake me some cookies.” she said.
“Shall I bake a cake instead. ”
“No. I wan’t only cookies.”
Something hit me hard on my head.
I can’t draw. I can’t read well. I cant tell stories and I can’t bake cookies.
Absolutely no credentials to be a good grand mother.
Then I did what I should have done long ago. Headed to art class, tailoring class and baking class.
At the age of fifty, I learnt crochet, fabric painting, tailoring, doll making and also baking.
The things we do for the people we love!
Yesterday, I heard my grand daughter whisper to her friend who had come over to play with her, “my grandma stitches skirts, makes hair bands, purses and she can also bake cookies.”
I don’t need any other testimonial than this.
I gave myself 100/100.
Very good grand-ma!
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