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.

grandma is the best

good to your grandma

not good to me. But if you dare not be good to your grandma, I promise I’ll beat

was aggrieved at that time. I was taking up the

learned about the past between

When I passed by my grandparents’ room, the door was not closed and I peeked inside curiously. The scene I saw almost startled

held grandma’s feet and placed them on

into my parents’ room and asked, “Is grandpa a pervert? I saw him

feet are always cold. Your grandpa cares about your grandma. Pretend you didn’t see it.

“Why?”

you by

you

go to sleep. Your mother

My childhood memories were full of the daily life of my grandpa and grandma who were not husband and

a quiet person, but every time she said

but because grandpa was always defending grandma.

child, I never felt much about time, and when I did, it was the day

away when I was eight

grandpa made for her. The rocking chair under the tree was grandma’s favorite thing. When she was

wait until it was

grandpa was never

peacefully on the rocking chair swinging in the wind

She left this world peacefully on

She left grandpa.

and weeping. I’ll never forget grandpa’s hands, which were no longer young, holding grandma’s cold

stood not far away but didn’t step into the garden. At that time, I didn’t understand. Weren’t

were giving my grandparents the last

not grand, but all the

arranged the

left, grandpa’s health began

out the cause,

was sick

was sick

dare

would hold grandma’s picture and

picture

came, and

and said, “You look

“Like what?”

“Like your grandma.”

sad.” This year, I was already fourteen, and I understood more. I heard more stories about my grandparents from

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

were her,

and down following their

for her lack

Grandma Gloria said my grandma gave way

waste their

like his body

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