It was the 80th birthday of her
mother, my grandmother. She had kept track of that
date somehow deep down inside her, for although she was
already bedridden by then, she gathered all her strength a
few days before that date, got up and said, she wanted to
drive there.
In the end, we had the birthday at our place, just among
family. But I didn’t feel like drinking champagne.
I came home from school, and my aunt came towards me through
the garden and told me
Until … nursed at home.
….
…. even put on her glasses. That was …
…. for her.
