humansofnewyork:

“She’s like a second chance for me.  I was widowed very young.  My husband died in a car crash.  Our daughter was only six at the time, and I barely got to see her because I was always working.  She was mainly raised by my mother.  I remember on the weekends she always wanted to go to the cinema, but I’d suggest other activities because it was our only chance to talk.  But things are different with my granddaughter.  I have all the time in the world.  I can focus on her completely.  She lives in another town, but she visits once a week and we spend the whole day together.  I look forward to it all week.  I prepare her favorite foods, mostly cheeseburgers because she loves cheeseburgers.  We go on walks.  And we sit in the park.  And we paint a lot.  And we read books.  This morning we played hide-and-seek in the apartment.  Her head was always sticking out, but I pretended not to notice.”
(Barcelona, Spain)