My now, 92 year-old grandmother, better known as Nanny.
The hardest part of living in Hong Kong is that I can’t see her as often as I would like.
A Nanny is shoulder to lean on, a supportive voice on the other end of the line.
She is vault to keep your secrets, one without a key.
A Nanny is not a judgmental whisper in your ear, nor is she a pointing finger showing the way.
A Nanny is three kisses on a soft wrinkly face.
She is an “I love you the most I said it first” every day.
A Nanny is not a visit on a special occasion, or a birthday card in the mail.
A Nanny is a phone call everyday from opposite ends of the World.
She is a tight hand squeezing on a very sad or happy day.
A Nanny is not just a grandmother, she is a best friend.