#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.