"Are you okay, Sofia?" The soft and raspy voice said to me.
I turned around to see it was my grandma. walking to the distance.
With her sunken eyes... and white hair.. and her cane.. and wobbly motion she walked towards me.
"Grandma! Why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting?" I asked her, helping her out walking.
"It's just that I don't want to be a burden to you my dear. I at least want to be helpful to you." She pats my head and gives me a soft kiss on my cheek.
"It's fine grandma..." I said to her.. "You should stay at home.. and rest.. you are sick after all. I'll stay here and mind the bakery."
"Sweetie... you don't look very good... have you been resting?" She asked me pointing at the bags in my eyes...
Well.. the fact of the matter is.
I didn't tell her anything that happened... I didn't tell her that we are on the verge of bankruptcy. I didn't tell her that I wasn't sleeping. I never told her any of the problems...