i don’t remember much about my childhood, i don’t know why. but i remember vividly where i learned love early.
my earliest lesson of love was my grandpa, through the simple things he did for me.
he’d buy me my favorite magazine every thursday, the day it came out every week. the usual newspaper kiosk would sell it on friday, but he’d walk to the further newspaper kiosk to get it for me on thursday.
he’d walk almost everyday to the market to buy me my favorite snacks, and he knew what my favorite snacks better than my own parents.
he couldn’t stand to see the snack containers empty, so rest assured if he was visiting me, the containers would always be full.
he’d walk me from school everyday, though my school is in walking distance from my home.
and when we moved home, he’d still wait for me in the mosque after he did his friday prayers so he could pick me up from school.
he learned how to ride a motorcycle because i want to ride one every afternoon around the block.
i was scared of sleeping alone, so he’d turn the lights on for me and watch me through the opened door. so i can learn to sleep alone, that’s what he said.
i learned love through the simple things my grandpa did for me, and i really feel loved back then.
it’s been almost 12 years since he passed, and i still miss him everyday.
