My Grand mother

There are many people may walk in and out of our life but only some may leave their footprints in our mind. To me, the one who I always miss the most is my grandma. In fact, she is not really my grandma but she is the best grandma in the world. She is a genial lady who owns the secret of beauty. She is also a Goddess to my family and the world. She is one of the most important persons to me.

Actually, my grandma is not really my father’s mother, instead she is my babysitter. My true grandma was gone when my father was young so my even my mother doesn’t know how she looks. My parents were both busy when I was young so my nurse, in another word, my grandma, took care of me the most. I didn’t know we are not kindred until my grandma wants to come back to her hometown and live with her daughter.

My grandma is the most beautiful lady I've ever seem. She has silver and roll up hair which is shiny like water reflecting moonlight and waving smoothly. Her skin is wrinkle but it tells thousands of stories that she has been experienced in. She smells good but not because of the perfume. Her charity and kindness quality makes each child likes to hug her and enjoy the atmosphere around her. She isn't tall and nor fat. But she owns a beautiful mind which makes her looks like an angel.

As I know, there’s no one who doesn’t like her in the world. Each of my family loves her and gets along with her. Even each one of my neighbor does, too. My father admired her moral integrity and my mother likes her fun-loving wisdom very much. My sister enjoys the flavor around her and my brother is stick to the food cooked by her. To me, she is my not only my closest family member but also my best friend.

She has a pair of rough hands which can flexibly cook delicious dinner for whole family. What's more, she also uses her creasy hands to create many miracles. She helps people to do the recycle and collects garbage as a dustbin man in person; she won the second award in a sign language competition when she is sixty-six; she gives a hand to the poor, including sending food and taking care of other old men who lives along.

My parents are much strict to me so sometimes I dare not to tell them my weakness instead, I share with my grandma. She is the best listener who comforts me the most. When I was young, my parents were too busy to accompany with me, so I even regard them as my uncle and aunt. At that time, my grandma shaped my personality and tolerated my wide bad-temper. This summer, I had worked in America for two months. One day when I was making a phone call to her, I suddenly bursted into tears as soon as I heard her voice without reasons. Nor my parents, nor my family members, but my grandma, she is the best gift sent from the God.

My grandmother is the one who I can feel the sun shine and spring breeze from her. I like to embrace her and feel the joy of love between us. After attending to third year of university, I have to go to cream school and lead a jail-like studying life. I may not have many chances to go to her hometown to see her but I know no matter when I look at her, she will always smile to me.