- My grandmother stayed in France when I was living on the nearest to Las Vegasi.
- She will call me every morning but I still felt that I didn’t know her.
- I will spend summer with her and will be in touch with her and contact her.
I am my grandmother, mémrere, not often. In a small village near Parison, I’ve grew up in Henderson immediately after being born in France. Despite having 5,436 miles between us, it seems to have a simple phone call to the hall.
I heard her voice through Our Vonage International Plan every morning. School and school, my friends,
However, I had known her all conversations. Only a few faded photos only seen on my mother’s albums. When I conceived her she was a secret – the soundless sound.
I met her in summer
My mother asked me if I want to spend the summer of mermore 11 years old. She believed that I was mature to handle the trip and was the opportunity to teach me freedom in the country.
Usually the grandmother P Pat was traveling, and my father was working and my mother was working and my mother’s job force is not meant to pay for valuable summer camps. Instead, my sister and I were going to fly alone from the Atlantic Ocean.
I remember my Burgundy Passport of my Burgundy Passport. When we wait to my direct XL Airways to Paris, I remember my sister’s hand and my sister’s hand. When we arrived at her house, I saw her – beautiful, her features have a reflection of my mother.
She saluted us with a playful smile. “You want wine or beer?” She asked. You want wine beer?
I was comforted and the wide-eyed.
She laughs in my response, at that moment, I realized something important: my grandmother knows me about my grandmother. I liked it.
Memor’s house was strange to the house
The 500-year-old Memero house seemed to be scary at the beginning. My grandfather, ppare, we died a few years ago to connect with her. My mother’s childhood bedroom, now in the summer now started filling out new decorations and barbie movie cassettes. Kitchen became my favorite place.
Each day, she made my favorite food – Croc Monser and Shepers Pie – Her favorite show played, “Plus Bellee Laoe”. In evening, my cousin, my sister, shaking the head while retiring cigarettes and shake her heads.
Slowly, her home stopped suffering the mysterious, looks like home.
But the Myanjhar summer is not just a house – Beyond Paris is a France. During World War I, he seized me with the first war against Germany, and she took me into the city of the fourth day of the country. In combine in rural life, we combine us from the boute in the boute, and treat the pizza from the town of the city truck in the town.
His ww memory
Over the years, it became my summer ritual. Every time I have felt hot and seemed to be hot and every time I wept.
Two years ago, before I turned 21, I went from lung cancer. When I returned to France after death, I was returning to France, I visited her grave. In the village without her is oddly felt odd. Our house is now full of her laughter or her jokes.
As I was fighting again, I thought about that summer – the method of transformed her home once. How was she had a remote noise on the phone, and now she was a part of my.
I spent with her every summer, I found my grandmother who was lost. She’s going and never miss her.
