I think every once in a while I will do a tidbit on my grandparents ‘cause I think they’re pretty neat, too. Both of them were born and raised in South Korea, also. They know even less English than my parents. Only little phrases like “thank you”, “hi”, and “good”.
Well, one time, my family and I were on our way to a ski trip. And my lips were chapped, so I took out some Chapstick and applied it to my lips.
My grammy caught me in the act and asked to borrow it, for her skin was dry, too. So I happily handed it over to her.
As soon as she was done applying the Chapstick to her lips, she proceeded to apply it all over her face and hands. She rubbed her hands together and then mushed around the Chapstick chunks evenly across her face.
She then handed my Chapstick back to me. I capped it and carefully placed it into my pocket, trying my hardest not to laugh.
I mean, I guess it’s meant to moisturize your lips, which is skin, so there’s nothing wrong with doing it for your other skin parts, right?
My grammy is very resourceful.
My family and I originally lived in Delaware, and my dad built our house. I still think it’s the greatest house to this day, other than the ants coming in mysteriously during the summer time once in a while.
And I remember when I was little, I’d always see my grandpa sitting outside on the porch whenever there was a lightning storm. He’d just sit there quietly, watching the lightning flash and create very loud thunder some seconds later. A cigarette would also be in his mouth, the smoke gently floating up and away.
I thought the storms were completely terrifying. I hated them. But my curiosity about my grandpa’s behavior was particularly strong that day, and I ventured out into the porch where he was sitting.
I asked him, “What’re you doing?”
He said, “I’m watching the lightning.”
I asked, “Why?”
He said, “I like it. It’s very pretty.”
Then I just stood alongside his white plastic chair, watching the lightning with him, despite my fear.