Chapter8

#Chapter8

I was staring at her the whole time. She is my grandmother, no wonder why we easily trust each other. She was my grandmother, I thought I will never see her because she died before I was born. I met her this time.

/"May I ask how old are you, Cristel?/"

She looked at me. /"I am 25 years old, how about you?/" She continues to prepare my bed.

/"I am 27,/" I answered her.

/"You are older than me, I have a big sister now./" She smiled.

/"Yeah,/" I awkwardly smiled.

Then I remember my grandma's name is Caridad Sanchez. Wait? What?

/"Cristel, may I know your real name?/" I asked her.

/"My real name is Criselda Dela Fuente, Cristel is just my nickname because Criselda sounds old,/" she answered.

Oh, then she is not my grandma? But she likes my grandpa, but what if that Alfredo wasn't my grandfather? Same name, I think.

/"Why do you ask?/" She drifted her eyes on me.