Advait’s Story

One memory I really treasure of a senior in my life is of my grandma. I recall running around the house a lot as a kid, and her keeping up with my shenanigans no matter the time of the day. She would play badminton with me when no one would, pretend not to see me in my hiding spot, only to act all surprised when I sprung out, and tucked me in with a bedtime story. Only now can I appreciate the fact that it must have been extremely taxing for her as a senior to keep up with my non-stop activity as a youngling full of energy, yet she followed me everywhere I went. While I don’t see her as often anymore, I am eternally grateful for the times she kept me company and filled my days with fun and joy 🙂

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