My Grandmother's Hands Audiobook Romane & Geschichten

Her frail hand lifted, caressing my cheek. I realized that my grandmother’s skin was covered in wrinkles, and her body was getting thinner. Although her face looked radiant, her lips were pale, her eyes were sunken, her breathing was slow, and when she spoke, she was breathless. Will she get better? Haven’t I come this far for her? I held her palm and pressed the back of her hand to my cheek. “Thank you for holding on. You have to get better, okay?” I said, slightly pleading for her to have still a chance to live.

I would like to tell my grandma to hurry up before the massacre happens. A few minutes into my grandmother's chanting, good improvement is already happening in my body. I can finally open my eyes. "You can open your eyes now. That's good!" Grandma said happily. Grandma continues another round of chanting. After a few minutes I could finally move my mouth. "What happened to you? Speak now child!" Grandma ordered.

She moaned scrapping the dirt with her fingers. "Patina!" an elderly voice shouted. She ignored it not having enough strength to move her head. She felt a hand touching her shoulder so she looked towards the figure. Her head shot up seeing her Grandmother standing there in all her glory. Angelic, her grandmother adorned a white tunic with a pink cardigan, her hair was in curls, and resembled the snapshots of her youth. She felt stunned. "Hello dear, I know you've been struggling. Myself, and your grandfather have been watching, but I can promise you that things will get better but you need to keep going." she started crying again as she held onto her grandmother's hands as she regained the u

All I know is that my face is round; people calls me cute for that, my hair is wavy brown and long and it falls on my hips. I stared back at her. The moonlight caught her face, allowing me to see the joy on my grandmother's face. Her eyes widely open, not even blinking once, her lips curving for a smile causing her wrinkles to form even more. Tears slowly forming form her eyes as she slowly caresses my face. She is legally blind. My grandmother has been discouraged to live eversince my grandfather died. I get the impression that she's just forcing herself to breathe in the street so I don't feel so alone. And that makes me lament for myself.

But when her eyes met mine, I saw her anguish surged far stronger than her fury and that was what drove her to near insanity. I was shocked when my grandmother tottered past me, her wrinkled old hands reaching out. She passed through the curtain of my mother's magic as if it weren't even there and took my mother's hands. "Miriam," Gram said. "It's going to be all right, dear."

As I approached to adjust her blanket, she suddenly grasped my hand and seemed to be murmuring something. I leaned in closer. "Lily, my Lily…" Hearing her call my name, I squeezed her hand gently and whispered, "Grandma, I'm here. I'm here." The next moment, Grandma suddenly opened her eyes. "Grandma, you're awake? Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water." As I spoke, I was about to pull my hand away to fetch the water for her. Unexpectedly, Grandma moved faster and pushed my hand away. I was stunned. "Grandma…"

As she stood there, a whirlwind of emotions enveloped her, until an elderly voice snapped her back to reality. Ah, my dear granddaughter, what have you been up to? Come over to grandmother," she beckoned, her eyes brimming with anticipation. "Grandmother!" Emine rushed into her arms, finding solace in the one woman who stood by her side, the one who believed in her without judgment. "Oh, how I've missed you, my little girl." The embrace tightened, and tears of joy filled her grandmother's eyes. "You've blossomed into such a beauty." "Thank you, grandmother." They lost themselves in the moment, forgetting the world around them as they embraced each other tightly.

Eleanor asked immediately. "Just a headache. I didn't sleep well last night and now it's catching up with me." "Let me help," I said, standing up and moving behind her chair. "May I?" "Of course, dear." I placed my fingers on her temples and began massaging gently, using pressure points I knew would help relieve tension. The grandmother sighed with relief. "Oh, that's wonderful. You have magic hands." "Just medical training," I said, continuing the massage. "You remind me so much of someone," the grandmother said softly, her eyes closing. "My missing granddaughter. If she were still alive, she'd be about your age now."

I swiped my thumb across the screen just as it rang off anyway, and I breathed a tiny sigh of relief. “I do have something,” Grandma Rosie repeated, getting to her feet. “Rowan, dear, help your old Grandmother find a book, would you? It’s my eyes,” she said, looking down at Skye and I with a slightly humorous glint in her expression. “All of this magic, and still my eyesight is going. And all of these old witchcraft books are typeset with such fanciful fonts, too.”

I was wrong that I locked her in the bottle because of my selfishness. I turn my gaze to my grandmother, who was laying down in the bed. Her face gets more wrinkled and the white golden hair turns into gray. I have noticed her pale color and her skin’s dryness. Even if she didn’t admit her illness, I could have seen her eyes, her weakness that she was trying to hide in her bitter smile. I grab her hands and presses it. “Grandma, tell me you will be alright.” I wanted to feel her warm touch and to hear her voice nagging me all the time.