Carrying Hands

It was late at night; the weather was getting colder and colder. I was lying awake on my bed. My thoughts returned to my childhood. I remember when I was a little kid, every morning before I went to school, my grandmother would put the scarf tightly around my neck and give me a kiss on my cheeks. I knew it was an expression for her love but it really embarrassed me. One day, just as her usual habit, when her hands touched my skin, I lashed out at her “Don’t do that, I’m not a kid!” She didn’t say anything about my behavior, but from then on, she never do that again. I knew I had to say sorry to her, but somehow, I didn’t. Time passed by, I was not a little girl anymore. Sometimes, when I’m alone, I miss her gentle kiss and her carrying hands. One night, when I was lying awake on my bed; I heard some voice from living room. I left my room and found my grandmother sitting alone in the living room. Then, I walked to her and seated by her side. I told her I was very sorry for that morning. She just smiled and didn’t say anything. The next morning before I went to school, like her usual habit, she put the scarf tightly around my neck and gave me a gentle kiss on my cheeks. Then, she said “You are my little girl forever.” From then on, my guilt was no longer existed and our relationships become closer than before.