FIFTY THREE

"CJ. CJ. CJ? Where are you, my cute apo*?"

I giggle softly while I hide under the table as Naynay searches around the kitchen. She looks at her feet and walks around, hearing her opening cabinets. I giggled some more until she stopped, and I covered my mouth from laughing.

"Where could that little one be?" She says in playful confusion. "Could she be in the closet? Or in this bag of rice?"

"I'm here!" I announced to her in a loud voice.

"Oh! I hear her but don't see her."

I crawled out of the table and peered at her as she opened the upper cabinet. "I'm over here, Nay nay!"

Naynay turns and looks down with a surprising look. "Oh! There you are. I didn't see you there."

I ran to her from under the table, and she picked me up. The feeling of love coming from her always warms my heart. Although his skin was wrinkly and she smelled like crushed roses, it didn't matter that her warmth would be the same forever.

I miss this feeling.

Suddenly, the feeling of my grandmother's warmth turns we