October 24, 2011

Granny Mrs. Quan

[Excerpt from January 2008 entry Walkman.]

This morning I couldn’t help but notice a figure sitting on the couch. I walked by thinking “white-haired, aged, short, soft and stocky figure?… must be a troll”. Not sure if she's enjoying the weather or praying but my grandma’s been sitting on that couch since she got here.

This is the grandma dad imported to “fix” our terrorist ways while we were growing. The level of respect and order she demanded set her apart from any granny in the world. She used to strike us with a stick because we looked too tender. Granny Mrs. Quan’s presence terrified us (which perfectly explains why my bed’s been well spread this week).

She’ll be in for a few more days but who’s counting?

1 comment:

Beth said...

How is Cez taking to Troll Granny Quan?

Also, what do you expect your grandpikni to call you?