There are so many of them. They remind me of so many memories. There is one of me sitting with a few cups of 'Teh Tarik' (a hot tea-like beverage that is poured back and forth, giving it a bubbly top). I remember when my grandpa told me that the people that made them secretly blew bubbles in them, to make them look bubbly, and that they're full of their saliva, so there is no way I'm going to drink that! I used to laugh so hard at that. And there's another one of me and my grandma, that perhaps my grandpa secretly took of little me sliding down the slide, and Grandma holding onto my arm so that I won't fall, when there was really no chance of me falling.

They are truly the best, and to be their granddaughter, I don't even know if I deserve it. They give me just about everything I need, and sometimes I feel like I don't give them back anything. They would make me feel special, even though I know I'm not. They would cheer me up when I'm sad. The thing is, they never get mad that it makes me feel bad. They are my inspiration. My role models. These are the type of people I need in my life.

And sure, I don't share the ongoing nightmares I've been having with them, and sure, I don't tell them what troubles me, mainly for the reason that they don't need to hear it. Hearing my grandparents' voices over the phone every night, it makes me smile like the happiest kid in the world, and everything just goes away. When I mention something about my camera not working, they go and get me a brand new one. They make me feel like I'm the most special thing that ever happened to them. While I know that's not true, but they sure do make me feel that way.

I have no idea why I'm even crying at the moment. Perhaps it's because I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Perhaps I am.