My Grandmother's Hands Audiobook Novels & Stories

Jenny only felt a tingling sensation on her cheekbone, as if the willow branch had transmitted it. As the willow branch moved away from her cheek, it tightly wrapped around the hand of old man Kay, gently caressing the palm of his hand, oblivious to the marks left by time on his body. It seemed as though the old man had forgotten what he once loved most about Vivian: his elegantly slender hands. Vivian smiled at everyone, her eyes filled with love as she said, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Vivian. From today onwards, I am your grandmother."

Mary Kinson recovered, and her auburn pupil straightened , only to see Grandma Mo, who had been standing on the stage a moment ago, fell onto the high platform. The whole person was twitching violently, her hands on her chest were constantly shaking, her eyes were straight ahead, and her condition was very frightening at first sight. What is going on here? ! The relatives surrounded jumped on the high platform, and some people wanted to hug grandma. "Do not touch grandma, gwe can not touch her!". Monet, the oldest grandson. He stares at the speaker with wide eyes. It is the second uncle, "Second uncle,?" Someone in the crowd rushed through. It was Uncle Mo. He swallowed his salival, "A fortu

James’ deep voice pierced through my thoughts and my eyes darted at him to lock eyes with him for a fleeting moment. I swallowed emptily and glanced down at our entwined hands, and then I squeezed on his fingers a little. I got a firmer squeeze in response, and that made me really want to believe that he indeed was right, that everything could really end up being okay. My grandmother was dead, and I’m definitely not ready to accept that yet. I allowed my eyes to slide close as I drifted back in time, back to a time whereby even though things were not perfect, they were more than enough for me.

The more Lyra listened, the more she furrowed her brows. Her grandmother had senile dementia. Could it be that she had an episode, forgot everything, and wandered off by herself? A warm sensation came from her palm as Ronan held her hand.

Glancing at her sweet face, Rufus's eyes grew warmer and warmer. Glancing sideways at her little face, Rufus felt his eyes growing hotter and hotter. While sipping her steaming soup, Grandmother observed the interactions between the two individuals without leaving a trace. Cough! Cough! Cough! Unexpectedly, Grandmother began to cough. "Oh no! Mother! Grandmother!" Almost everyone in the dining room exclaimed. "I'm... fine... Just take me back to the pack hospital," Grandmother said, placing her right hand on her chest.

It is disorienting and miraculous. Around noon the elders will stir. By then, the murmurs will have traveled further, carried by bone and blood and old memories. My grandmother’s voice, Anika’s gentle cadence, is a phantom on the edge of my memory. I reach for her in the memories you reach for a warm mug, and something answers.

I had never had such a grand feast. "The braised ribs are delicious, Mom! Serve some to your grandmother, Ash." "Eat more, Grandma. The crabs arrived this morning. They're very fresh!" Grandma, who was supposed to be suffering from dementia, sat steadily at the head of the dining table. She was holding a juicy crab leg, and her lips were covered in grease. Uncle Daniel peeled crab for her while my aunt, Molly Franklin, piled the crab meat on her plate. Meanwhile, Ashton was scrolling through his phone while chewing on a braised rib.

Yet now, it felt as if every one of my efforts had been turned into some cruel joke. In that instant, fragments of my past life surged back, replaying themselves before my very eyes. It felt as though a pair of invisible hands was dragging my entire family toward the same abyss once more. Watching Sarah's figure disappear into the distance, I felt compelled to chase after her and beg for forgiveness. However, once again, Mia's voice cut through the moment. "Grandma, you're so annoying! Why can't you just leave Mommy alone? She hates you right now. If you keep bothering her, she might actually kill herself."

My grandmother was beside me before I fully registered the ground under my hands. "One hundred and twenty minutes," she said. She was checking my eyes. My pulse. Moving through assessment with efficient hands. "You held one hundred and twenty minutes before the release. That is beyond what I thought possible in three days of training." "I heard him," I said. Her hands went still on my shoulders. "Cael," I said. "I heard my father." She sat down on the courtyard ground beside me. Which she had never done before. My grandmother did not sit on ground. She sat on chairs and benches and surfaces appropriate to dignity.

It grounded her, softened the lingering unease twisting in her stomach. She lifted her hand and knocked softly. A frail but warm voice floated through. “Come in, my darling girl.” Adrea pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Grandmama,” she breathed as she shut the door behind her and looked at the older woman. Her grandmother sat propped up against a mountain of pillows, wrapped in a knitted shawl of faded lilac. Her silver hair was pulled back neatly, her posture proud despite the years weighing heavily on her bones. The elderly woman’s eyes lit up the moment she saw Adrea.