A century
ago my grandmother was born. Today, one hundred years later, she still welcomes
every visitor with a big smile of excitement, unfailingly pointing at them with
her crooked finger. Her hands bare the memory of the icy cold water of the
village fountain where Grandmother used to do the washing.
Her heart,
instead, has absorbed the steadiness and nobility of the mountains she grew up
surrounded with and as a gracious majestic mountain, this tiny old lady
radiantly looks at us with her pure blue eyes. I am so grateful for having you.
happy birthday, Nonna.
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