Granny’s Gifts

As a child, I rested in her lap, listening to tales that felt ordinary then—but echo like magic now.
Back then, I didn’t know how precious her presence was.
Her stories, her laughter, her warmth—they were soul-gifts wrapped in simplicity.
Today, as I walk through adulthood, I look back and realize:
I was cradled not just in her arms, but in legacy.
This space is my tribute to her—
An attempt to relive those sacred nights,
To honour the gems she gave me, and
To pass them forward with love.