I remember back when I was 7 or 8 yrs old. My grandmother would always tell me stories a
her childhood years. She would speak Japanese and our language which is micronesian at the
the same time. She likes to talk a lot that sometimes my grandfather would get mad. I remember
laughing so hard that my cheeks would hurt. She would ignore my grandfather when he’s comp
laining. I remember because I would always be smiling. I think its cute and funny because their
two old couples and all they do is get mad at each other but are always together. I know they love
each other. I guess thats what happen when you get old. You will always feel crumpy.
So besides all the stories that my grandmother would tell me. She would always always
stressed to me about how important it is to be a good cook. Especially for women and if you
are from the islands. Its a culture thing. She said that men are always attracted to women that
can cook and are good housewifes. I didn’t really care back then because I was just a little girl.
Now as an adult and a mother I really regret not learning my grandmothers special baking rec-
ipes. I can cook but i’m not really passionate about it like my grandmother. She bakes the best
turnover and cinnamon on the island were from. People would always send out huge orders for
her to make. And they would even pay her extra because they loved it that much. People loved
my grandmother because of her sweet personality and of course cook. She also a very clean
person. She always her home is clean before our grandfather would come home. I can never
forget the way she is and how she does things. She is such a dedicated wife and mother. I really
admired her. She always make people laugh. She’s like everyones medicine after a long stress
day at work and school. She would make sure that she always include an