My Grandmother's Hands Audiobook Novels & Stories

But life was so unfair to me. When we got to her grandmother's house, Casey held my hand as we walked and looked for her grandmother inside the house. She yelled with joy when she saw her grandmother. "Oh my god, Grandma!" An elderly woman with beautiful gray hair and happy eyes smiled at us. She moved slowly, and the caretaker followed her. Even though she was old, she still looked great. When she saw me, her face lit up, and she asked, "What's your name, love?"

We have explained nothing to her yet. Long story short, we were sitting on the back porch. The maids brought tea and various snacks for us. “Please drink the tea and try my apple pie. Piper loves every treat I make,” Grandma said. I took her hand, which was covered in wrinkles. It was a much more original hand than the one I used to hold. The grandmother I loved now looked much older than before. However, the warmth of her hand was still the same as before. “You said you had something to explain to me. Hurry and explain it. I’ll listen,” she said.

Her fingers tightened around the crystal as her grandmother's voice continued, reciting what sounded like an ancient healing chant. "Grandmother," she whispered, her voice breaking on the word. The crystal contained nearly an hour of recordings—Grace's voice preserved through magical means, captured perhaps during healing chants or storytelling. A treasure beyond price for Aurora. Tears streamed freely down Aurora's face, yet a fragile smile touched her lips as she listened to the familiar cadence of her grandmother's speech. Her fingers trembled slightly as she cradled the crystal closer to her chest. I knelt beside her, gently wiping away her tears with my calloused thumb. "I'm sorry, Auro

I repeated anxiously for the sound to go away. Suddenly I did not hear the awful banging sound anymore. Slowly, I move my hands away from my ears while I continue to sob underneath my bed; listening carefully to hear if my evil grandmother was gone. I did not hear anything. It seems she went away angry that I was ignoring her and that she could not come in.

I tore my gaze away from my hand and looked at my Mom, as she talked, I could detect the hint of emotions in her voice, and right now, I could see it in her eyes. Subconsciously, I withdrew my hands from my mother's and stared at them. Could mother be telling the truth? Am I really the gifted one? Maybe I am, I had cured a man. ‘That could be a coincidence, though.’ That tiny voice in my head sounded and I let my hands drop. I was about to converse when the door made a creaking sound and I glanced towards the entrance. Grandma walked in with a smile and shut the door behind her. She was all smiles and seeing her smile made me smile too, "Are you ready? Why ain't you packing, Ann?" She asked,

Her voice seemed unfit for anyone to hear. The grandmother, still in the cradle of the dreamlike sway, seemed not to hear her granddaughter's whisper. Hesitantly, Arren began to approach. Her small hands now grasped her grandmother's wrist. Feeling a foreign touch in the rhythm of the rocking chair, Arren's grandmother started to open her wrinkled eyes. Her gaze immediately focused on the young girl she had longed for. "Arren! My granddaughter..." she called out with joy.

And we can throw you out of these premises if want, within seconds–” “Oh! Aunt Estie! You also have a tongue inside your mouth, I never knew that! All these years, I have always thought that you didn't even have a brian or the guts because of which you weren't able to speak when it is required. But now I know, it was always your tongue, which has only co-ordinated with your brain and words at the wrong times! Anyway, nevermind that. I am quite generous, you know, and especially when it comes to family… I have always been a little extra, but I think it's the time I finally quit being generous.” My grandmother, who likes to have a cane around to show herself as weak and fragile, suddenly strai

Of course, they stopped Emerald. The way Amelia glared at me was as if she wanted to devour me alive. Some of their relatives could not help but frown. “A bank statement isn’t something an ordinary person can tamper with. Mrs. Jones, you’re overthinking it.” Emerald broke free and lunged at me. Grabbing my arm tightly, she said in a pleading tone, “Jonathan, I was wrong. I can’t bear to suffer this humiliation anymore. “I won’t lie again. Just help me with this once. Give me back 880,000 dollars, okay?

Seeing Grandpa unconscious in the emergency room, I was nearly driven mad with anxiety. Every time Mom punished me, Grandma and Grandpa would hold me in their arms and comfort me gently. "Don't be afraid, sweetie. Grandpa and Grandma are here." Now that Grandma was gone, Grandpa was the only one left. But now, even he… I kept pacing around him, desperately wanting to do something. But my arms passed through everything, a cruel reminder that I was now just a soul.

Nancy Cole looked at Anaan in the long light of the evening and thought of her father as a young man in a photograph, standing in this same garden, smiling with his whole face. She thought he would have wanted her to be happy. She thought, with a clarity that did not require argument, that she was. — END — HIS GRANDFATHER'S LAST WISH