I returned home and was greeted by the sight of my sickly grandma sitting on the rocking chair in front of the house. She was trying to thread the needle.
She squinted even with her prescription glasses. Her hand trembled, trying to thread the needle. So I approached her and crouched in front of her, "Let me help you, Grandma."
"Ah, Emmy, you're home…." Grandma smiled at me and let me thread the needle for her. After I did it, I gave it back to her.
"Thank you, Emmy dear," Grandma took something out of her pocket, a ten dollar bill, and then gave it to me. "This is for you."
"Grandma, you don't need to."
"It's your pocket money, now go and eat some snacks. Your Mom will be late," Grandma said.
I smiled and kissed Grandma's cheek, "Thank you, grandma."
Grandma was my last living family after my Mom's death. She had fragile health, but after my Mom's death, her health worsened.
I never told her about my suffering in school, afraid it'd deteriorate her health even more.
