My Nani is my Grandmother. She is 80 something and has macular degeneration in both eyes. Once she was young and pretty, then rich and proud, then generous and caring, then jealous and pitiful...... Now she is just my Nani.
I go to her once in a while - We laugh, we cry, we eat, we hold hands... She tells stories - I listen, She complains - I chastise - We all die
Sunday, December 24, 2006
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