Akira
"How are you Akira?" Grandma's voice is comforting.
I then realise how much I really miss it; miss the way she'd take me in her arms at the end of the day and how, despite every hardship, she'd try to find the positive aspect in every situations. I realise how much I truly miss my grandmother.
"I'm fine grandma. How are you?" I ask back, knowing her so well I know that she won't tell me truth until I force it out.
Her snorting laugh is enough to relax me, "I'm fit enough to race you, young lady. Don't think any less of me just because I'm old."
"I'm glad you are well grandmother. I have something to tell you." I try to keep my voice gentle when I come to the main point of this conversation.
"What is it?" She sounds suspicious just as I expect her to be.
"I met a boy-" I don't
