Oh Popo!

My grandma's real cute. She comes up just to my shoulder. I like to hold her hand when we walk. She likes to sew my torn clothes for me. Her sons, daughters, grandsons and granddaughters are all damn good looking because of the good genes that came from her egg and my kongkong's sperm. Her cooking rocks. Everyone loves her coz she's the sweetest grandma ever. She's lived close to 8 decades. She still works as a cashier in a coffeeshop. I call her often when I'm in KL. She likes nagging though since my uncle died she has no one else to nag regularly. Popo panics and calls when I don't arrive on time to her house for dinner. She was the one who said 'I love you' first on the phone. She asks me often if I love her, though it's blatantly obvious that EVERYONE does. I just noticed that she's really getting old. I remember she used to braid my hair when I was in kindergarten. Her memory's getting frayed around the edges. I'm scared she'll grow old. My grandma's real cute. She comes up just to my shoulder. I like to hold her hand when we walk.