My Grandmother's Hands Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said, though the words trembled in my chest, my hands shaking so hard I clenched them into fists. His laugh tore through the silence—sharp, ugly, mocking. “You’ll learn fast enough. I’m out now, and I’m not going back. If you won’t give me what I need…” His gaze slid down, cold, calculating. “Maybe I’ll take it another way.” The meaning hung between us, heavy as poison. And then—Grandma’s voice. “Get away from him!” She stood at the edge of the path, pale but unyielding, her frail frame set like iron. I’d never heard her voice like that before—sharp, fiery, as though all the years of silence had been waiting for this single eruption.

she greeted me, her voice as gentle as I remembered. “Good morning, Grandmother,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face as I approached her. It still felt strange, yet comforting, to call her that. To be someone’s granddaughter after all this time. She stepped forward and took my hands in hers, squeezing them gently. “It’s been far too long, my dear. I’ve missed you.” “And I’ve missed you too,” I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. There was so much I wanted to say, but the words seemed stuck in my throat, tangled with all the emotions I hadn’t let myself feel for years.

Thanks to that, he very often bumped into everything, which left more than a few bruises on his body. On top of that, all his senses had diminished greatly as well, and he needed a hearing aid just to talk to anyone. His taste and smell had all but disappeared as well. “I know, I know,” said Grandma. “I should’ve listened more. Too late now, though. All too late.” She glanced back at Eva, who had darkened greatly from the conversation. At some point her smile leapt off her face, and was replaced by pure gloom. “Now young woman,” said Grandma, “you take that frown off your face this instant. Things aren’t looking so good for us now, sure. But your Grandpa and I have had long and good lives to

I threw a soft glare in his direction before rolling my eyes and resigning myself to the barrage of jabs coming my way. My grandmother’s hands moved swiftly as she treated my wounds, pressing against them with a firmness that sent waves of pain coursing through my body. I winced, groaning in agony as she maintained an expressionless face, her focus solely on her task. When she was done, she pressed a kiss to my forehead and patted my back lovingly.

“Granny said I have delicate hands.” Mentally, I concured to Glenda's statement. Her granny was right. She did have delicate hands, that brought soothing relief. But this is something I keep to myself. I sat back and relished the comfort I was receiving from the massage while I listened to Glenda talk about her grandmother. “She says they are just like my mother's.” She finished with a tinge of sadness in her voice. “Do you remember anything about your mother?” I asked. I knew that was the reason for the sorrow that suddenly clouded Glenda's voice.

Dad's voice came out in a whisper, his hands falling from mine. "Mom?" I hear the slight tremor in his voice. He goes to smoothen her hair, his hands shaking terribly. He falls to his knees fleetly as his shoulder rake roughly. He groaned. Grandmother? Black. They all were wearing black. Grandmother can’t be… “Dead. She passed on to meet the moon goddess, one week ago.” Mr. Anathos complete my thought.

Tobias, bring her to my house “. My father hastily followed my Grandmother through the cobblestone streets, past the Blacksmiths and through the town square. Grandma Ulfredś house is a modest stone house filled with herbs and plants hanging from the rafters, potions, lotions, dried animals, and crystals filled the room. In the corner near the fireplace, taking pride of place, was an old leather-bound book, the pages tattered and worn. Generations of women from my family had added to its story. “Sit her down over there, Tobias”, Grandma instructed, pointing to the wooden table in the centre of the kitchen. ”I am fine, itś nothing, really,” I implored as my father gently placed me on the table

Seeing Emily enter, her grandmother's eyes lit up with a soft, comforting glimmer. "Emily, dear, don’t worry. I’m tougher than I look," her grandmother said, her voice weak but filled with unyielding strength. Emily leaned forward and clasped her grandmother's hand in hers, nodding, her eyes filled with determination. She knew, no matter what the future held, she would remain by her grandmother's side, supporting her through every step of this difficult journey.

“Now after listening to your love story …, the image of your grandmother becomes clearer in my brain. It makes me miss her even more,” Mr. Hunt said before swallowing a very bitter spit. "I'd love to see your grandmother again, Julian. Kiss her gently and hug her warmly," the grandfather sighed as he raised his wrinkled fingers and dropped the gaze there. After one miserable breath, the old man tried to touch the air. "If only these hands could still caress her face, my happiness would be perfect."

I cannot decipher how she feels. "What happened?" My grandmother asks walking closer to me and the bed. "I don't know grandmother. Ansiel told me he could take care of the forest that was burned down. I let him take over. After, there were holes in my hands. I came here to ask him why I didn't instantly heal." My grandmother came and places her hands on Ansiels head. She closes her eyes for a little while. She opens her eyes and turns towards me. "He just needs a little bit of rest. He exhausted quite a lot of his powers. Why don't you come here? I want to look at your hands." I lift my hands up so that my grandmother can inspect it. She now has a worried look on her face.