This morning, I woke up by a phone ring. The person who called was my 88 years old grandma, who lives alone in Kobe.
check if she is doing well. Why do I do this? It's because if my mom(real daughter) calls, then they usually start talking about something else and end up getting in a fight. But if I call, since I'm a granddaughter, I play a role of a cushion. And out of 4 grandchildren, grandma relies on me alot. I guess grandma feels bad about me calling her all the time. She calls me on Sunday mornings about every 2 weeks. Since I was very busy, I forgot that 2 weeks had already passed sinceshe had last called me. I usually listen to her talk with my head half asleep. She wanted to know when I was coming home for the holidays at the end of April. I guess one can say this to all the seniors, they talk long stories and they jump from one story to another. And they also repeat the same story over and over. But if I say, that she had repeated the story too many times, then I'm sure it would hurt her feelings. So I just let the story fly through my ears. Grandma really wanted to ask me when I was coming home for the holidays in her first phone call. But she unconciously jumped her story from cherry blossoms, her health and her pet turtle, Aster. After I hanged up the phone, I went back to bed. But as soon as I got into my bed, she called me again. Just to ask me, "When are you coming home for the holidays??" After her second phone call, I couldn't go back to sleep. Thanks to grandma's phone call, I guess I can make my Sunday a worth while one!