Talking about Grandma, I was a baby boy. You know what that means? Just ask someone what it means to be grandma's favourite. See, food, attention, and love were all placed on me. There's a Time she opens a clothes box, finds a good wax material, and gives me the task to sew. She sews her own, too. Imagine the moment of being out with the same swag style as your Grandma. My own was different. She always let people know that they should play with me because she had my back. Even when I travel from the village, she was seriously sick, in our last call, she said: Won't you come and see how I will die.... She passed away a few weeks later.

But even after that people still remember her anytime they see me. I never got that type of love again. I miss her so much.