Chapter 7

I was staring at her the whole time. She is my grandmother, no wonder why we easily trust each other. She was my grandmother, I thought I will never see her because she died before I was born. I met her this time.

"May I ask how old you are, Cristel?"

She looked at me. "I am 25 years old, how about you?" She continues to prepare my bed.

"I am 27," I answered her.

"You are older than me, I have a big sister now." She smiled.

"Yeah," I awkwardly smiled.

Then I remember my grandma's name is Caridad Sanchez. Wait? What?

"Cristel, may I know your real name?" I asked her.

"My real name is Criselda Dela Fuente, Cristel is just my nickname because Criselda sounds old," she answered.

Oh, then she is not my grandma? But she likes my grandpa, but what if that Alfredo wasn't my grandfather? Same name, I think.

"Why do you ask?" She drifted her eyes on me.

"I just want to know. By the way, I really want to thank you and