The best memory I had with my grandmother was the day she taught me courage.
She was very lovely and full of joy woman but she could worry a lot about things. She never really had a complete education but she learned everything alone. She could drive, repair sink, cure wounds injections, prepare and pay the wages for her employees and so on. She loved kids and being blond in Italy help me a lot to get away from trouble as kind.
That day she had to speak with the creepy lawyer and she was very nervous. Generally, she called me STELLA, which means star but that day she say with her authority
I have to speak to the lawyer, behave!
No one word from my side. Grandmother was my everything. Her orders are my command.
We went to see that man, that I should have seen in my nightmare for a month at least, he looked a bit like that:
I said good morning, and I went to one side, fully understanding why grandmother was so agitated.
I have seen my pale, lovely grandmother turning purple out of her overwhelming emotions and I have never hated anybody before as much as him. Although, the unbelievable face colour grandmother was gracious and polite like always, with her high heel that helped her to be still 10 cm smaller than me now (and trust me I am not that tall).
That day grandmother taught courage and I will never forget her and I have sent to hell anybody who spit on her memory and never ever have any regret about that. Somebody has told one day that her agony which has last more than a month was short, well now you know one of the reasons I have changed job :D. Middle finger showed :D
Every time I have to do something I am afraid of, I think about the lesson of courage she gave me and I push myself forward.
I hope one day we can be still like that:
In the next blog, I will speak about the other grandmother.
Thank you, grandmother!
And thank mindhuter :D