My beloved and beautiful mermaid queen,
Lately, she often nags me, saying I need to have a son soon to be loved. But I know it’s just her distant memories speaking. Deep down, she worries because she wants me to be loved and cherished. Sometimes, I wish she could forget those old and painful memories, but she’s the one who told me not to give up when everyone else said I should. Perhaps my courage comes from her past.
She tells me not to take pictures of her, saying her aging skin looks awful, but I’ve never seen a more beautiful 93-year-old. Even her eyes, now turned blue, are so lovely. She is incredibly strong and remarkably wise. I love you, Grandma!