#Chapter8

I was staring at her the whole time. She is my grandmother, no wonder why we easily trust each other. She was my grandmother, I thought I will never see her because she died before I was born. I met her this time.

"May I ask how old are you, Cristel?"

She looked at me. "I am 25 years old, how about you?" She continues to prepare my bed.

"I am 27," I answered her.

"You are older than me, I have a big sister now." She smiled.

"Yeah," I awkwardly smiled.

Then I remember my grandma's name is Caridad Sanchez. Wait? What?

"Cristel, may I know your real...