My Grandmother's Hands Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

The next moment, the grandmother turned the doorknob and entered, her eyes filled with affection: "Are you comfortable here? Lewis has told us everything. Don't worry, being alive is more important than anything else." Hannah stepped forward to help the grandmother sit down: "Grandmother." The grandmother smiled, very pleased, how happy it was to hear her granddaughter-in-law call her grandmother again. Hannah sat down, and the grandmother held Hannah's hand in her palm. She used to hold Judy's hand like this often, expressing the elder's love and fondness for the younger generation. Just as the grandmother touched Hannah's hand, the smile on her face momentarily froze. To confirm, she caref

"Come here, child. Come to Grandma." Xavier Sr. handed the Old lady over to Chloe’s care before moving off to speak with old associates. Xavier followed suit, leaving the women alone. Chloe sat beside the matriarch. "Grandmother, does your head still hurt?" "It doesn't. You’re such a good child, worrying about me even now." The Old lady pointed toward the hand Chloe was trying to hide behind her back. "I heard everything. Show me your hand. Let me see how bad it is."

A women who didn't look a day over 30 aside from the wrinkles she had on the corner of her eyes, walked up to us from the crowd. "Asher?" She whispered reaching a hand out. I felt Asher's grip on my hand tighten."Who are you?" He asked cautiously."Oh." She whispered, putting her hand back down. "I'm your grandmother." I felt Asher's grip on my hand loosen as he let go of my hand. At first, I had no idea what Asher was doing, but then Asher took a huge step forwards and wrapped his arms around his grandmother. The house fell silent as everybody listened... Asher's grandma started to shake as she let out heart clenching sobs.

Her grandmother looks like she needs help moving around so I attempt to put my hand around her and Isador's scream makes me stop halfway, leaving my hands in mid-air. “Touch her and you get leprosy.” Isador warns and I quickly take my hands away and keep them to myself. The old woman smirks at me and stands straight, her bones make a weird noise as she stands up. “Where are you off to?” Isador asks her grandmother with a playful glare and they end up smiling at each other. “Don't worry, I’ll be back to watch the drama that is about to unfold.” She says and she doesn’t sound old one bit.

he calmly suggested, like it's that easy to learn a language. I flip through the pages, frowning when I notice the writing seemed to have changed halfway into the book. I’m intrigued so I ask out loud, “Who wrote it?” the book doesn’t seem to be that old in fact. Maybe two decades? The ink is faded but not as faded as the Mafia Rules. “This particular one was transcribed by my great-grandmother, the previous one was falling apart, too old you could barely see the words.”

She grabbed my hands as they made to wheel her out, her grip tightening around my fingers. “Stay with me” she whispered. I held her hands briefly, rubbing it reassuringly. She relaxed visibly. “I'll be with you shortly” I said, then signalled the nurses to wheel her out. The moment the ruckus died down, Elder Aaron turned to me. “I am too old for these scares” he said, and for once, I didn't think of him as a crooked bastard. Just a grandfather burdened with the illness of his granddaughter, and only surviving relative. There was a little silence, each of us to our thoughts.

Arabella swept him an icy look before heading to Grandmother’s room on her heavy legs. Inside, the old woman was sipping broth in bed. Seeing Arabella, her rheumy eyes brightened. “My dear, long time no see. Reggie said you were away on business?” Likely another fabricated excuse by Reginald, Arabella muttered under her breath, struggling to keep her emotions in check. She kept her injured hand hidden behind her back, smiling. “How are you feeling, Grandmother?” Grandmother sighed. “At my age, thin as paper, the slightest chill makes me ill. Come sit by me, let me have a good look at you.”

I mentally thank Lily for the privacy and pull up a chair, taking one of my grandmother’s hands in my own. “Celia, my darling granddaughter,” my grandmother’s voice is tired yet energetic at the same time. A small smile spreads across her face and she pats my hands, quietly chuckling to herself. “Are you okay? How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do for you to help you feel more comfortable?” The questions pour out of my mouth before I can stop them, rushing to her aid without a second thought. “Celia! My dear! Slow down!” She exclaims, falling back into the bed with a sigh. “I just woke up…let me adjust.”

she chuckled and pulled her hand away. I could already feel my hands growing clammy beside me. “Do not be scared. I just told you that to show you the lengths I can go for my family,” she said, nodding as she took a step backward. I stood silently. My eyes didn’t shift, nor did my legs. I was glued in place like a dummy. Grandmother waltzed away from me, sat on the big white couch, and pulled a book from the numerous volumes on the shelf. “Please join me,” she called out, tapping the space beside her on the couch.