He took a while getting his head around how his grandmom's mom was my grandmom, and funny generational stuff like that.
We hung out on my grandmom's terrace (usable roof top). Something about the sight of crisp cottons on the clothesline and my child playing on the wood and iron swing made me very nostalgic. This is how evenings used to be before iTechnology.
And my sweet old grandmom, still with a smile on her face despite barely being able to walk.
2 comments:
Beautiful photos, it must have been a wonderful trip for you all.
Evenings spent on a swing is how childhood summer evenings should be!
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