Vieux et Gris.

I'm so grateful for the tiniest of gestures that makes my day a little more worth it. Coming home tonight to a made up bed with all my pillows neatly stacked and my blanket carefully folded, touched me. I cannot express my love for two new house mates, my grandparents. Their effort to make sure we're all taken care of despite their old age and deteriorating health warms me, way too much. I don't know how it'll be when they're gone. I'm going to miss the smell of talc powder the first thing I open my door in the mornings, the smell of their good ol' food wafting through the house and having plates of food on the table all ready every day. The smell of my grandma's face when I kiss her before leaving home is what I'll miss the most.