The candle's glow cast dancing shadows across the room, its flame a beacon of my triumph. I could barely contain my eagerness to share my achievement with my grandmother, affectionately dubbed 'sexy grandma' for her timeless elegance and spirit. I found her outside, amidst the fragrant basil and thyme, her hands moving with practiced grace as she pruned and planted.
"Sexy Grandma!" I exclaimed, my voice slicing through the quiet afternoon air, louder than I intended. Startled, a symphony of wings erupted as the birds nestled in the foliage ascended towards the sky.
She paused and turned, her gaze piercing yet curious, her eyebrow arching in a familiar manner that signaled either commendation or the prelude to wisdom. "What's all this about, and what with the name 'sexy grandma'?" she inquired with a hint of amusement.
