Today, I was able to convince my lola to take a selfie with me.
well, with us.
Despite her "asim" face, she was actually really happy while we were taking this pic.
This is one of the few moments wherein our lola isn't tired, or grumpy, or tired and grumpy at the same time. She was actually very talkative today, and she didn't mind that I lie down beside her (despite me being very malikot). It was almost like, she was getting better from her illness.
Maybe by next week, she'll be able to sit up and eat on her own. And then after that, she'll be able to walk around on her own (using a walker) and then maybe she'd be able to tend to her garden again. And then maybe, she'll finally go downstairs (with our help of course) and eat with us and then play the piano (and maybe listen to us play the guitar and piano too!).
But I know she's not getting any better. And maybe the sooner I accept that, the less it'll hurt when the time comes.
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