In my family, the person I love and respect the most is my grandmother.
This year, over seventy years old, but she is still very healthy. Her skin was wrinkled, dark. I still joke, it is a testament of time. Unlike other grandmothers of the same age, my grandmother had long, black hair, always in a bun at the back of her neck. The forehead was high, the big eyes were somewhat opaque. Especially the smile with black-dyed teeth made her more kind. Bone and bone hands with calluses from hard work. She dressed very simply, sometimes just old brown clothes. She always said: "Mom is old, I don't need many clothes, I leave that money to take care of the children", every time my mother offered to buy her some new clothes.My grandma loves trees. Every morning she woke up very early, caught worms, and pruned trees. Once I asked: "Why do you love trees so much?". My grandmother replied: "Because these are the trees in the past, when my grandfather was alive, I liked it very much. So I have to take good care of them."She loves us very much. When I was a kid, she changed my mother and cared for me every inch. Every night, she put me to sleep through lullabies. Several times when I was sick, she came down to look after me so my mother went to work. She sat by the bed, comforted me, feeding me each small spoonful of porridge. Throughout my childhood, I grew up in her loving embrace. Later, when I was no longer with me often, but every time I came down to my house to play, she brought a lot of presents for me. And also told me: "Now that she is no longer with me as often as before, I remember to take care of the animals carefully to avoid getting sick."
Because I love her so much, I really love going home. I just hope to always meet her, to hear her fairy tales, to lie in her lap, sleep through her lullaby. I love you very much in the evening, I hope I will never have to leave her.
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