Returning from university for summer break, I hadn't seen Grandma Bella in ages. As I approached her charming Florida home, there she was, radiant as ever, gardening under the sultry sun.

"My, how you've grown!"

She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. Dropping her tools, she enveloped me in a hug, her familiar scent of jasmine and sea breeze welcoming me back. I was home, ready for a summer of stories, laughter, and Bella's boundless wisdom.