My Second Childhood
My primary school grandchildren burst through the door, a whirlwind of laughter and excitement, I brace myself. With crayons and paper, the…
My primary school grandchildren burst through the door, a whirlwind of laughter and excitement, I brace myself. With crayons and paper, the dining table transforms into an artist’s haven. With artistic masterpieces proudly displayed on the fridge, our next escapade unfolds in the kitchen.
Aprons donned and ingredients scattered, we embark on a culinary expedition, flour-covered noses only add to the delight as cookies bake in the oven, and the aroma of sweet anticipation fills the air.
As the day progresses, the living room becomes a stage for impromptu performances, makeshift costumes and boundless enthusiasm transport me into their theatrical universe. Imaginations know no bounds, and I am but an eager audience to their delightful showcases.
With the day drawing to a close, we gather for a movie night, complete with popcorn and shared blankets.
In the quiet moments before bedtime, I reflect on the day’s enchantments.