Memories With My Grandmother

I will start writing about the memories I have of my grandmother. First, I was born in Guatemala and I grew up in a small family with only my sister, my brother, and my grandmother. My grandmother was my mother and father at the same time, since at the age of 5 my mother left me, my brother and sister with her. For me it was something beautiful to have been raised by my grandmother since she taught me many values and customs that are worth more than anything to me in life because thanks to her I am the person I am today.

Fortunately being raised by my grandmother was the best, since grandmothers have more patience for everything.  I remember that I could ask my grandmother anything at any time and she always answered me everything, something that one as a mother sometimes does not do. In addition, grandmas also know more stories, for example mine at bedtime always tell us a story which will always be interesting and unforgettable. Specifically, I love the story of “The tortoise  and the hare” that she always tells us. It is about a tortoise that proposed a running competition to the hare, and the hare without thinking accepted it and said that it will be easy, so the competition began and as expected the hare went ahead and turned back and said I am going to fall asleep in which the tortoise reaches me, and when she woke up saw that the tortoise was almost reaching her and she started running again and did the same thing, falling asleep in what the tortoise arrived and did so successively three more times, until that she really fell asleep and when she woke up the tortoise had reached the goal, which the hare could not believe.

Another thing is that grandmothers cook better, and my grandmother is the best in the kitchen, because she always cooks with a lot of love. I remember that my grandma always made me an oatmeal atole with milk in the morning before I went to school, which I loved. And when I came back from school my food was ready, also my food was delicious.

There is only one thing I do not like about my grandma, is that she doesn’t like photos, I don’t know why. When I tried to take a picture of her, she always told me to put that camera away, and she told me if I did not let myself take pictures when I was young, much less now that I am old. It is the only problem with her but despite that I still love her.

In conclusion, I am the luckiest person in the world, for the simple fact of having been raised by a person with so many values. Because for me my grandmother is the person that I most admire.