Looking back on my childhood, one of the hardest things to say goodbye to was growing up with my grandparents. Their love, guidance, and presence shaped me in ways I still carry with me every day. My grandmother had this way of making everything feel special. She’d take me to the market, letting me pick out my favorite snacks or little things like headbands and bracelets. It was such a simple thing, but it made me feel seen and heard. She also taught me how to sew, and I remember helping her make some of my school uniforms. It felt good knowing I had a hand in something she loved so much. And of course, her homemade snacks—her meryenda—were the best. She always made sure I ate well, always looking out for me in ways big and small. I miss those days so much.
My grandfather was just as present in his own way. He always encouraged me to embrace what I loved, whether it was dancing, singing, or writing. I still remember the excitement of him buying me cassette tapes of my favorite singers and groups. He just wanted me to enjoy the things that made me happy. He was also the one who taught me how to ride a bike, and later, he nurtured my love for writing when I was a teenager. He had this quiet way of believing in me, and that meant everything. My grandparents weren’t just my guardians; they were my biggest supporters, shaping so much of who I am.
Saying goodbye to that chapter of my life wasn’t easy. There are days when I find myself missing them more than usual, wishing I could go back just for a little while. But their love, their lessons, and all the little moments we shared—they’re still with me. They always will be. And in that, I find comfort.
EXPLORE . ADVENTURE . DISCOVER . 