Slowed down my walking pace for my grandma ytd. We actually had like a 2-hour date, just me and grandma. The old lady that has taken care of me since i was born till i was four, my favorite old lady in this world. There was nothing but satisfaction and bliss. We chatted, i told her about work, about me quitting my job and she had supportively told me to find another one.
Idk, being this vexed about life at the age of 20. I wonder how does my grandma feels/have felt to have lived through 70 odd years.
When we get older, does that frown on our faces get permanent? Like a lock that can no longer be unlocked?
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