Every time I come home from work, I always notice this old woman, in her seventies sitting at the entrance of their house. She always smiled to the passers-by although most of them don't pay attention to her. I can't imagine what inspired her. Smiling almost everyday habitually is no joke.
At one instance, she approached me and asked if I have some stuff for sewing."It's my past time." she said. I could not imagine at her age,still doing the task everybody hated. I don't see her wearing the eyeglasses.She must have a good eyesight.
Sometimes I see her giving sermons to her grandchildren,not to play beside the street to avoid being side swept by vehicles moving every minute.Their house is situated just few meters from the highway.However, her grandchildren scamper away towards the end of the sidewalk, as if they haven't heard anything.I also did the same during my childhood.
One late afternoon, I curiously listened her stories about what transpired for the day.She's socially aware. At least, she continued to nourish her knowledge despite her old age. I know only few who have this kind of attitude.
I could see the image of my grandmother who passed away several years ago through this old woman.Everybody in the family considered me as her favorite "APO" that even during her interment mass I was given the priority to read the gospel for her. She must be very happy if she had seen me from above.
This old woman constantly has that beautiful smile whenever I see her, and I can't prevent myself to smile back at her.Anyway, it makes her day as well as mine.
At one instance, she approached me and asked if I have some stuff for sewing."It's my past time." she said. I could not imagine at her age,still doing the task everybody hated. I don't see her wearing the eyeglasses.She must have a good eyesight.
Sometimes I see her giving sermons to her grandchildren,not to play beside the street to avoid being side swept by vehicles moving every minute.Their house is situated just few meters from the highway.However, her grandchildren scamper away towards the end of the sidewalk, as if they haven't heard anything.I also did the same during my childhood.
One late afternoon, I curiously listened her stories about what transpired for the day.She's socially aware. At least, she continued to nourish her knowledge despite her old age. I know only few who have this kind of attitude.
I could see the image of my grandmother who passed away several years ago through this old woman.Everybody in the family considered me as her favorite "APO" that even during her interment mass I was given the priority to read the gospel for her. She must be very happy if she had seen me from above.
This old woman constantly has that beautiful smile whenever I see her, and I can't prevent myself to smile back at her.Anyway, it makes her day as well as mine.
That is simply growing old gracefully...
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