My Idol

My grandmother

I don't know if this really portray the title.My grandmother is my everything and yes she is my idol.I love her the way she is and her innocence towards everyone and her grandchildren.I'm so happy being abondoned by my parents .Okay I know that sounds really weird.I have no idea why they can't afford to take care of me.My grandma took over the challenge to raise me up.She is not educated or she can't teach me nursery rhymes . Who cares,i still had cartoon. I picked up my English acquisition slow but Grandma was there for me for everything else.

She gave me the best  food and i was so fit.She thought me religious story and morality that i was suppose to preach.She mix milo for me every night before i sleep and dress me up for You might think..Milo? so what? But can someone mix you milo every night without fail for 10 years?? no sigh ing..Nobody can, i challenge you.Not just mix you milo,but pour it into the bottle,bring it to you to the bed and once you are done drinking,to take the bottle back from you.Anyone willing to do to that? She never complain! About going to the school,I just need to wake up,shower myself and the rest, like my uniforms are already on the bed neatly.My grandma is not well to do but, tell me how many parents actually pack you delicious food and give you some cash?? Im so fortunate ! Sometimes I would have extra class but I love extra class because its extra food.What my grandmother assume is that being at school from 7am to 12pm is too much,what more extra class.She would cook me delicious lunch and give to my grandpa to pass it to me.

Staying with her is sometimes not a plus point.She never lets me clean or hold the broom.So I used to be bad at cleaning.Once in a blue moon, my mom comes to visit me only to scold and whack me because I don't know how to hold the broom.How sad! My grandma has done so many things that is beyond what a mother can do.SHE IS SO SUPER CLEAN..She can see even a dot of dust on the floor.Sorry if this sounds weird.Everyone can sit in her toilet and have a great time as in to relax.Its that clean ..Now that she is so old and bed ridden , i feel so sad and i wish to have my old grandma back...

GLEE

The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice.It is a positive attitude we consciously choose to express. Neither it's a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning, nor does it come through the window. And I am certain that our circumstances are just a small part of what makes us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never find lasting joy. 


The pursuit of happiness is an inward journey. Our minds are like programs, awaiting the code that will determine behaviors; like bank vaults awaiting our deposits. 

If we regularly deposit positive, encouraging, and uplifting thoughts, if we continue to bite our lips just before we begin to grumble and complain, if we shoot down that seemingly harmless negative thought as it germinates, we will find that there is much to rejoice about.

Genetically The Me

The month of July was the whole,

welcomed with joy and love from a wrinkled soul,

hoping her little parrot would tremendously glow,

here goes her little green parrot  looking after her flow.

                                                                                

                                                                                            abby..

I have to thank my grandma for being a great mother to me..I simply love her and I dedicate this simple poem to her.This is my very first blog.I know i would succeed whatever i do after this as my grandma is my ink for my pen.I love you ammai