Sometimes my grandma got frustrated with me. I was one of those “Why?” kids who needed everything explained to me. “Why is it called Sunday?” “Why do we go to church?” “Why are we going to burn in hell?” But she was the only person who never scolded me, and she always answered all my questions, no matter how stupid or annoying. My grandma was an angel, and I was always by that bitch’s side growing up. I was like her shadow.
Reminds me of my nanay...
