4.26.2007
my star for all seasons
my lola cannot read. the most she can write would be numbers and her signature. yet, she (together with her husband) raised up 4 successful children and put them to school.
my lola only has an eye, yet she's sensitive enough to give you a blanket when you feel cold.
lola's a bit hard on hearing, yet she manages to drop her punch line (and sarcasm, i should say) at such a precise timing.
my lola survived lolo, yet she handles widowhood with such grace and confidence that you never see her on a weak moment. you'd always find her strolling in the nearby village where almost everyone is her cousin.
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