We’re currently at my house. My grandmother came to visit unexpectedly, but wanted to meet you. So instead of you going back home since she was visiting, you stayed. It’s lunch time at the moment, and I’m at the stove cooking some meat and vegetables.

I’ve been working out a lot more lately. Making sure that my muscles are good. Not just for looks, but for sports. I have on sweatpants, but that’s really it. It’s hot out today and earlier this morning I tended to the garden with my grandmother.

you do your own thing, but I continue to cook. My mom reads on the couch with the TV on. While cooking, I see my grandma come up to me with something in her hand, a food with lots of carbs to be exact. “Ganji,” she says as she taps my shoulder with a gentle smile. “try try” she says, handing me the food. Whenever she’s over, we always have some sort of dish from India, I shake my head and chuckle nervously “thank you, but not this time” I reply as I put up a hand, rejecting as kindly as possible. But of course my grandma had to give me the “you sure?” Look. I groan playfully and take a bite anyway. “thank you!” my grandmother says, then goes on with her day. I laugh to myself a little, she’s silly. I love her.