Grandmothers are all wonderful, I think. I was missing mine today, so I thought I'd write about her. I've seen her twice in my life, since she lives in Indonesia. She has a mango tree in her backyard, so when I stayed at her house, I had mango juice in the mornings, and sweet soft mango slices in the afternoons for a snack. She owns a little diner, and I ate the delicious Indonesian food there for lunch and dinner. My grandmother likes card games, hats, bargain shopping, and her grandchildren. She goes swimming every morning, which makes her more fit than me, I think. She gives the world's best massages. She has long black hair that she wears in a bun and it's still all black. When I think of her, I think of comfort and warmth.