Thursday, January 24, 2008

My Sweet Grandma

When I was a child. At that time, I was 5 or 6 years old. I didn't really have a special place to go. However I liked to go to grandma's house.

In her house I felt peaceful. Even if I did something wrong, she never said anything to me. That's why I liked to go to her house. By the way she was a very, very, very lovely person. She was special to me. She always had something to give me, like a candy or cookies. However, the most important thing was the love she gave me. She was so kind with her grandchildren.

When my mom started getting mad I always ran to my grandma's house. She lived close by I walked there every day. She just lived 5 minutes from our house. Then when I was 8 years old. My father made a little house on the side of our house. Where my grandparents moved, and they lived there till they past away. I miss her a lot.

10 comments:

martha said...

Lorena I understend you. I love my grandparents too.

sue said...

Sweet story, Lorena. Thanks for sharing with us about your grandma.

Ivis said...

I like your story Lorena it's very sweet. How old were you when you grandma died?

myrna said...

Lorena so in that time you were a child and your grandma allowed you to have every thing, but today your are going to be a grandma so you are going to allow every thing too?

Aaron said...

Your Grandparents will and still are with you for te rest of your life.

graciela said...

My grandma was that way too, and I wish she was still alive.

Araceli said...

Hi,I like so much your story because,with that a remember my granparents. They are the special people for me and all time I asked to my mother, if my grandparents were OK.

Michael said...

I liked your story. I never knew my grandparents and my mom only had a photo on the mantle pice of her. She always used the photo to tell us that if we were bad, grandma would come and get us. It is funny because now that my mom is a grandmother, my youngest daughter loves being with her grandma. I envy her and you!

Esperanza said...

You make me remember my grandma too, my gradma was for me like my mom and I love her for my life even
she's not in here with me no more.

freedom of voice said...

That was a very good storie and aren't grandma's great I love them. They always had good thing to eat.