It’s May 18th again, and it is a special day for me because on this day, as I wrote before, my grandma Liya was born into this world 84 years ago.
Every time when I try to convince myself that I’m strong, I think of her and I do feel stronger. She was so brave — the older I get, the more I realize it.
I remember that she always told me not to hunch my back and to make sure my posture is upright. I wish I paid more attention to this particular advise.
I think she was as proud of us, as we were of her. I still love her very much. I wish she was still with us.































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