One of my favorite memories of my grandmother takes me back to Aruba when I was thirteen. We were visiting family, and I remember being so incredibly hungry—that specific, bottomless hunger you only have as a teenager. I had been waiting for hours to eat.
Finally, Grandma came over with a snack. She looked so happy to have found something for me, and I didn't hesitate for a second. I took a huge bite, but immediately realized something was off. It was the hardest, toughest 'cookie' I had ever encountered.
As I sat there struggling to chew, Grandma looked closer at the bag and let out a gasp. In her eagerness to feed me, she hadn't realized she’d grabbed a bag of dog treats! Once the realization hit us, we didn't just smile—we fell into a fit of unstoppable, belly-aching laughter.
That was Grandma: she always wanted to take care of me, and even when things went hilariously wrong, she gave me exactly what I needed—a moment of pure, shared joy that I will carry with me forever. 💞
Maroussia Savans