Victor had a filling yet lonely dinner. He washed the dishes and decided it was time to rest. He was tired from cleaning all day. He wonders what it must've been like for Grandma Lala.
As he lays in his bed, his thoughts drift more about Grandma Lala.
"I'll miss your stories and your laugh Grandma." Victor sighs as he closes his eyes.
He couldn't help but let a few tears slide.
He fell asleep again while crying.
Morning came and it was still unusual. No smell of food coming from downstairs nor the noisy radio Grandma Lala used to play in the morning for news.
He was all alone now. No one to call. No one to talk to.
"I'll get used to this somehow." He says in his mind as he mixes some batter.
He opened the fridge and it was nearly empty. He knew he had to go to the market la
