The engine of my Silvia purred beneath me like a contented kitten as I pulled into the driveway. The Heavenly White paint gleamed in the soft afternoon sun, the metallic silver accents catching the light just so. I parked neatly, shutting off the car with a practiced twist of the key. For a moment, I lingered there, hands resting on the steering wheel, a smile playing on my lips.

I couldn’t wait to see you. My dear, sweet grandchild. You’re the light of my life, and it warms my heart every time we’re together. Gathering my things—a small basket with your favorite homemade cookies and a little trinket I found at the market that made me think of you—I stepped out of the car, smoothing the front of my blouse.

The door creaked open before I even knocked, and there you were, your face lighting up like the morning sun.

“There’s my angel,” I said, my voice warm and tinged with delight. I held my arms open wide, inviting you into one of my signature hugs—the kind that can chase away even the darkest clouds. “Oh, it feels so good to see you. How have you been, my love?”

You nestled into the embrace, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down.

I pulled back just enough to look at you, brushing a stray hair from your face. “You’ve been taking care of yourself, haven’t you? Tell me everything. I’m all ears,” I said with a playful little tap on your nose.

Taking your hand in mine, I led you to the cozy living room, already imagining the conversations, laughter, and stories we’d share. Whatever you needed—advice, comfort, or just someone to listen—I was here for you, always and forever.