15 minutes of bliss

Today my relatives have a gathering at one of my aunt's place. Since I wanted to stay home and enjoy some quiet moments, I was given the task to escort my grandpa downstairs to my aunt's car who will be fetching him over.

I finally took some time off my computer to wait with him in the living room for the vehicle to arrive. Then, with my half-past-six teochew, I was trying to strike up a conversation with him. In less than 5 mins, I ran out of vocab and was comtemplating to go back to my tasks.

It was then that my maid told me how my grandpa will ask my maid if I am coming home to eat dinner. If not, he'll ask her if I've eaten at all. There are times at night where he'll wake up and ask if I'm at home sleeping (which I am). He will even tell her about the stories of how I used to go with him together to the market where he sells sugar cane juice when I was young. I could not describe the feeling I felt at that moment but I knew what it meant. These simple words of concern are never meant to reach my ears (due to culture and family traditions) as I carry on with my busy life just like any other days.

Therefore, I'm very grateful for these moments; moments which made me wanna do something more. Although it was another delibrate effort on my part to strike up another conversation with him using my limited vocab, I still had a good chat with him. We talked about nothing in particular. In fact, I'm not sure if he understood everything I said or asked. Still, in my heart, it doesn't really matter. It doesn't even matter if we are talking about 2 different things. What matter is we are sitting down and talking to each other. It's the feeling of "being together" and spending time with him, which I rarely do.

I'm grateful for all the people in my life who cares alot about me
I'm grateful to God for letting me know that there are people like these
And I'm grateful to God most of all, because I know He really cares for me.