I've been in Ontario for three days and I leave tomorrow.
I visited my grandma yesterday and it warmed my heart to see a little bowl of Werther's Originals. Wedding photos of all of her sons placed around her own. She had one photo of herself at the age of six and it was rather shocking, the resemblance of her and I! I don't want to grow up. The way I see it: You are born and you are beautiful and then you get ugly and die. What a poor belief... Oh well. Before we visited we got her an Iced Cappuccino and I don't think she liked it much.