Dearest Grandmother,

In the quiet moments, I feel your presence lingering, a whisper in the wind and a warmth in my heart. My name, a devotion of your existence, etched into my bone structure, defines the curve of my smile. I often wonder if you, from your place beyond the heavens, bless me with your guidance as I navigate through life's twists and turns.

In moments of quiet reflection, I imagine what life would have been like with you by my side, shaping my mannerisms and gestures with your wisdom and love. Madre often speaks of you with such fondness, recounting the sacrifices you made for your children with unwavering strength and grace.

As May 2024 unfolds, Mother's Day weekend approaches, and I find myself thinking of you more than ever. I bring Madre a plant, a small token of appreciation for her unwavering love, and plan to cook her a feast fit for a queen. Yet, amidst the celebrations, I long for a visit from you in my dreams, where we can chat about the usual topics – men, dating, and my recurring dreams of living in a faraway land. Though I may lack the courage to embark on such a journey without the blessing from Madre. I know that your spirit continues to guide me, urging me to live with love and courage in my heart.

With love and longing,

Anniesha