My grandmother was a woman who never asked anything in return. She took care of me since I was a month old, straight from being confined in the hospital. My parents don't have enough funds to keep a lactose intolerant baby in the hospital and my grandmother sure knows how to take care of a baby.
I grew up with my grandparents. I do visit my parents and siblings though. But, from the time I can remember, my grandmother was my "mommy". And, until her last breathe, she was my mommy.
Losing someone who molded me to what I am now is very painful. I was only 17 years old then. After so many years, the pain lessened. But, it was still there. Whenever I teach my daughters how to cut tomatoes, how to cook rice --- I remember her because she taught me all of that --- and more.
If it weren't for my mommy, I will not be here. I will not be the mother that I am now. I miss her so much.
"Whenever I am sad, I think of you... Whenever I am happy, I wish you are here to share it with me. Time may heal wounds but it can never heal the emptiness I feel when I remember you."
She's my angel... She's my mommy.
This is for Once Upon A Sketch's May challenge. This is the first time I made a layout for my grandmother. I wanted something to look at and I wanted my daughters to have a face to remember whenever I tell them about her.
I rotated the sketch as you can see below. *grins*
Thank you for looking!