i woke up groggy this morning. heard a voice. my granny's.
there's soup in the pot. didn’t answer her. so typical of the way we treat our loved ones sometimes. i told myself i would make it up to her later. by the way, those
i-dunno-what-they-are-called tonic pieces are supposed to be energy boosters.
dinner-time. i was in my dad's room. glued to the tv. gran brought food in. flat noodles! i love it and she knew it. it's dunked in the same tonic stock as what i had this morning. the ingenuity of grans. to assuage the guilt i felt this morning and to show my appreciation, unspoken, i showed her the pix of the noodle bowl i took. she took a look and simply nodded.
dinner-time. i was in my dad's room. glued to the tv. gran brought food in. flat noodles! i love it and she knew it. it's dunked in the same tonic stock as what i had this morning. the ingenuity of grans. to assuage the guilt i felt this morning and to show my appreciation, unspoken, i showed her the pix of the noodle bowl i took. she took a look and simply nodded. 
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