This blog was meant to be about travel, but this morning I went to visit my grandparents, and I keep thinking about them.
I spied on them from the window of their kitchen. Grandma was reading the newspapers with her glasses on and a magnifier glass too. Grandpa spent about 5 minutes trying to put the handkerchief back into his pocket.
They have both lost most of their sight and hearing; their movements are slow, like those of a newborn, and in the same way they arouse empathy.
I remember I used to hide here in the afternoon, because my mum wouldn’t let me watch my favorite cartoon; grandma made the sweetest tea for me and served it with cookies, my mid-afternoon “merenda”.
I miss my grandpa’s strength and grandma’s talking, but now it’s my turn to give the love and protection I received.
