My gaze fell on my grandma knitting her dress as I walked up to her and sat down in front of her.

She was an old woman in her late sixties. Sat on a brown couch, her white hair tied as a bun and wore a pink sundress. She was still beautiful, smelled so good, despite how old she was. People say I looked like her when she was young.

I took her eyes and features, except for the hair.

I guess no matter how long she aged, she still looked beautiful and motherly. She paused at what she was doing and looked at me.

“You seem downcast, Courtney.” She...