Flawless Mag: The Nostalgia Issue

I started to fall deeper and deeper into the roots of this beautiful island and I wanted to soak up everything about it. I discovered even more about my roots and who I was. However, the main reason I was able to do so was because of my grandmother.

My grandmother is everything to me because she taught me crucial life lessons, and was one of my number one supporters and cheerleaders. Whenever I would step into her house after my long plane ride from the States, I would be met with photos of my face plastered all around the house. It would include my cousin and I’s baby photos, current photos, graduation photos, achievements, and the occasional family photos. I loved our conversations about her trying to teach me Patois, and me failing at everything because I had no clue what she was saying. Years later and I can only make out words and phrases, not even. I only continued with these lessons because they made her happy, and I would do anything to make her happy.

I miss her bakes which were soft, warm, and comforting when I would sink my teeth into the rich and solid bread that tastes like pure flour and sweetness. I miss when she always knew when there was something wrong and asked me in her soft sweet voice, “Are you okay, my girl?” Or, “Is there anything you need, my girl?” Or, “Is there anything I can do for you, my girl?” I was always her girl and nobody else’s. She had this way of having a special relationship with everyone in the family. She made everyone seem like they had a place in this world that was specifically made for them.