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

be good to

if you dare not be good to your grandma, I

aggrieved at that time. I was taking up the

learned about the past between my

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

feet and

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

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

“Why?”

will punish you by making

how do you

sad story. Leona, go to sleep. Your mother

full of the daily life of

was a quiet person, but every time she said something, the people in the family didn’t

afraid of grandma, but because grandpa was

felt much about time, and when I did, it was the day my

when I

under the big tree in the garden and ate the afternoon tea grandpa made for her. The rocking chair under the tree was grandma’s favorite

and wait

on that day, grandpa was never able to wake

peacefully on the rocking chair swinging in the wind

sudden illness. She left this world

She left grandpa.

a long time, sobbing and weeping. I’ll never forget grandpa’s hands, which were no longer young, holding grandma’s cold and stiff palms tightly. Grandpa cried like

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

my parents were giving my grandparents the last chance

but all the influential people

the funeral

began to deteriorate for

find out the cause, but his body was much

grandpa was sick in

sick in

didn’t dare to

picture and look at

to grandma’s picture

spring came,

and said, “You look

“Like what?”

“Like your grandma.”

was already fourteen, and I understood more. I heard

story of my grandparents, I was angry that grandpa didn’t tell the good from the bad. He was too self-righteous and hurt grandma before

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

went up and down following

grandma for

Gloria said my grandma gave way to their affection

didn’t waste their love like many men in

way grandpa pampered grandma was like his body was possessed by a

I was silent. I no longer blamed grandpa for not seeing through his heart, nor did I blame grandma