sarahljay:

My grandma :)

We rode the bus together to SF Chinatown instead of walking.  She is so friendly to the people around her.  Although I don’t speak Chinese, we have a way of understanding each other.

I asked her to smile and all she said to me was, “No…My hair is a mess” but in Chinese.  She was laughing as she said it so I snapped a shot.

 this is really great story to hear and really something encouraging.  I have a similar experience with my grandmosther who is just an amazing and amicable woman that is just a ball of laughter, joy and happiness.  She just giggles and smiles and is hard of hearing and doesn’t speak English really and is deaf so she doesn’t understand what i say and i only sometimes understand what she says.  She always talks about the same stuff with me and we do a routine of the same conversations.  But she feeds me and i joke aorund with her.  I can do a fist pound, i’ll ask if she thinks something is ghetto and she just is so amazing and funny. 

The way that i love being with her is just and understood communication that surpasses what words cand supply.  It’s just sitting at a dinner table or at “yum cha” that we can bond and show our love at a meal table.  Asking what food i want to make me happy and if i want to have the last piece of har gao… and even when i tell her i don’t want it i know she’ll give me it anyways.  And the fact she always pays, there’s something about her and the understood communication….

this story really touched me sarah.