I've Been There Before

My name is Leona.

The name was given by my grandpa. My grandpa, based on my experience as a child, was not a good man.

Take my name as an example. His name sounds nice, but he gave me such a strange name.

Every time I protested to my grandpa, he always said that if my dad had been a girl, the name wouldn’t have fallen on me.

He was the one who gave me such a strange name, but he blamed my dad for not being a girl.

Ah, speaking of which, I forgot to introduce my grandparents.

My grandpa, Caden.

I heard he was very attractive when he was young.

My grandma, Grace.

I sometimes wonder why these two people, who didn’t seem to match at all, were together.

My grandparents were divorced before my dad was born.

After the divorce, neither of them married again.

They should have gone on their separate ways, but my grandpa was shameless and always bothered my grandma.

Ever since I remembered it, my grandpa had been pleasing my grandma all the time.

Grandpa Humbert said my grandpa never lowered his head to anyone. He was so tough that everyone was afraid of him.

But I don’t think Grandpa Humbert was telling the truth.

If my grandpa was so tough, then why was he as obedient as our golden retriever every time grandma stared at him?

Besides, have you ever seen a tough man with perfect culinary skills comparable to a five-star chef?

Ever since I was young, my grandpa’s cooking was the best in the family, even better than the chefs we hired.

Grandpa would wake up early in the morning to walk the dog. When he came back, he always had a pile of food ingredients in his hand.

When grandma woke up, grandpa had been busy in the kitchen all morning. A warm meal was ready on the dining table. It might not be very sumptuous, but quite warm.

Grandma never cooked. Her only housework was watering the flowers in the garden. Grandpa said it’s good for grandma to be like that.

I asked grandpa in secret, “You get up early every day to cook three meals a day, and you have to go to work. Even the employees have weekends and vacations. Aren’t you tired without a single day off?”

Grandpa looked at grandma who was eating the afternoon tea he made for her in the garden. He smiled like a fool and said.

“I’m happy with everything I do as long as your grandma likes it. I’m willing to pamper her. It’s best to pamper her so much that she despises other men. That way, your grandma won’t have time to think of leaving me for the rest of her life.”

There were other details apart from that.

All I know is that grandpa pampered grandma like crazy.

I always considered grandma pretentious. She wouldn’t remarry my good grandpa. I told it to grandpa, and he, who had never been angry at me, gave me a hard slap on the butt. Grandpa said, “Little rascal, if you consider your grandma like that again, I’ll beat you dead.

the best in the

be good to your grandma in the

if you dare not be good to your grandma,

that time. I was taking up the cudgel for

I learned about the past between

food. When I passed by my grandparents’ room, the door was not closed and I peeked inside curiously.

and

it was unbelievable. I ran into my parents’ room and asked, “Is grandpa a pervert? I saw him holding grandma’s feet. Does he have

grandma is not in good health and her hands and feet are always cold. Your grandpa cares about your grandma. Pretend you didn’t see it.

“Why?”

grandpa will punish you by

do you know so

to sleep. Your mother and I have

memories were full of the daily life of my grandpa and grandma who were

quiet person, but every time she said something, the people in the family

grandpa was always defending grandma. This was known to everyone in the

never felt much about time, and when I

away when I was eight years

early spring. As usual, grandma sat under the big tree in the garden and ate the afternoon tea grandpa made for her.

a blanket and wait until it was time

on that day, grandpa was never able to wake

on the rocking chair swinging in the wind of a green

left this world peacefully

She left grandpa.

never forget my ever-strong grandpa crouching beside grandma’s chair for a long time, sobbing and weeping. I’ll never forget grandpa’s hands, which were no longer young, holding grandma’s cold

the garden.

that my parents were giving my grandparents the last chance to

all the influential people in S

the funeral

grandpa’s health began

cause, but his

said grandpa was sick in

was sick in the

didn’t dare

hold grandma’s picture and look at it carefully as if

picture as if he

came,

held my hands and said, “You

“Like what?”

“Like your grandma.”

already fourteen, and I understood more. I heard more stories about my grandparents from

the story of my grandparents, I was angry that grandpa didn’t tell the good from the bad. He

no self-respect. If I were her, I would never see my grandpa again,

went up and down

for her

way to their affection twisted with love and

grandpa learned to cherish it and didn’t waste their love like many men in

was like his body was possessed by a

story of my grandparents, I was silent. I no longer blamed grandpa for not seeing through