I left home at my early teenage to pursue a better education, which was so hard due to the homesick. It was Grandma’s comfort and encourage that braved me in those home-away days. This weekend I went home to see her who is cheerful and warm as usual, and blessedly healthy.
Born in 1920s, my Grandma was raised in an average family in Northern China when warlord strife pervaded China. Although modern time had started at that time, she was forced by local practice to bind her feet so as to have small feet – the so called three inch golden lotus; small feet was still popular that time locally. In 1940s when WWII was still not ended, Grandma was married to Grandpa when she was only 16. The 1960s introduced many horrible things in her life, the Great Famine and the Great Culture Revolution, with little food to prepare for a huge family and many ridiculous things beyond her understanding. Having reached her 90s, Grandma cannot hear or see clearly, many memories faded out as well. But she is still the one who took me as her little girl.
Grandma played a huge part in my life. She took care of me when I was a little girl, giving me a wonderful memory. Although cannot read or write, she was good at telling ancient Chinese folk stories which is the treasure of my childhood. A big fan of Maoqiang, a local folk opera in my hometown, Grandma liked to sing famous plays in her spare time. Living through wars and hunger in the first half of her life, Grandma influenced me by her optimism, tolerance and gratefulness.