My grandma’s a strong woman. She’s 84, lives by herself, and still loves to cook. She makes the best soups in the whole world, flavored with herbs and spices that she grows herself. It has been a while since I last visited her. Even though my mom drops by almost every day to make sure things are okay, I have been so tied up with work that I haven’t been able to spend much time with her this past year.

I made a date to visit her this weekend. I’m looking forward to hanging around her colorful kitchen, while she makes me a warm cup of her heavenly beef and mushroom soup. I’m looking forward to chatting to her about the election race. She still keeps up to date with everything and is very sharp.  She’s always having political debates with my uncles and aunts that last for hours. She’s always been very opinionated and intelligent, so it’s never a watered-down talk about vegetables and the weather: it’s more an interesting discussion about anything and everything under the sun.

Spending time with her is a blessing, as she has so much more to teach me about life and living.