“Yeah, when you were born, I look her reflection in you” he declares bravely.
“How do you say like that? You make more perplexed and I need more story about my grandma,” I state.
“Ok. I will tell you a simple story about your grandma. This story is begun with many years ago.”
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Many years ago…
At that juncture, your grandma was the most desirable lady in this village. She was a belle. Everyone loved her, including me. We always competed each other to get your grandma’s heart. One thing that I remember most is she was genuinely apt to dandelion. She might be here for everyday. One day, she was only here in alone. Then I approached her and I expressed all of my feeling. She only smiled then nodded as the purport she received me to be hers. I was very really happy.
Time by time, we got closer and our relation got stronger. I decided to marry her. Even after we already married, she always came here and I accompanied her.
“Why do you like to dandelion, Liana?” I enquire.
“I like dandelion because it is so beautiful. And you know what? There are many philosophies on this flower. It symbolizes courage and confidence. Imagine! When it is blown by wind, it will fly in loneliness to the several places. Then, the bits of the flower that fly will fall and grow again to create its new life.”
She really knew about dandelions so much. She was a smart woman. When she was pregnant with your mother, she took great care of herself. She did not eat or drink recklessly. But, something that we did not hope coming out of the blue to her. After your mother was born, your grandma was diagnosed that she had a cancer. She felt forlorn, so did I.