My Most Cherished Childhood Memory

Indeed time flies, I hope I'm not too late to submit my entry. My busy schedule got the best part of this week. Alright, let me get into the memory lane. This topic is one I can't afford to miss because I have so much to say.

We all have that special memory from our childhood. For me, there are so many, but the most loved memory is the days spent with my grandmother. A story I would never stop sharing whenever I had the privilege to do so. This woman of blessed memory taught me about love in action and not words.

Her genuine love is compared to none. She had this special way of making anyone around her feel like a princess, and I wasn't exceptional. At first, I thought I got all the affection because I was her namesake, but the good stories from my cousins who have lived with her before me made me understand that was her personality.

Her affection and the bond we shared made lots of kids wish they could live with her just for a day. I got so many names, like her "handbag," her "signature," and "last born," all because of how she treated me, and we were always seen together.

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One of the sweetest memories was the moonlight nights when we set our mat outside, sitting and enjoying the breeze outside and watching the stars. Sitting there, we had in our hands melon seeds; this is what we use to keep our hands busy. Then the part that made the night most fun was her tortoise stories. One thing I learned and loved in these stories was wisdom.

I remember how she would always ask me what I learned at the end of every story, which sometimes made me ask questions repeatedly just to make sure I could give her back the moral lessons just for her to be happy and call me beautiful names. The stories did not only entertain me but became part of my personal growth.

I wish I could return to those days. With her by my side, I felt a sense of security. I remember when I was bullied by someone during my elementary school days and how she took me to the bully's house just to warn him never to lay his hands on me ever again. That awareness that her presence in my life means I'm protected makes me wish she's always here by my side.

She's the only person who has taught me how to love. Her passing left a space that no one could fill. I always wish for her to come back, but knowing how impossible that is, I try my best to live the best version of what she has impacted on me, knowing that wherever she is, she will be proud of who she has raised. The days spent with my grandmother as a child are the most beautiful memory of my childhood.

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