A photograph and its story

 I think this photo is the most important picture that I have in my hands, because there is my grandmother a few months before she died of cancer. I love how this photo captures her essence, she was fun, a little childish (my mom by the way, hated that about her since she didn't protect her when she was little and needed her in her role as mother). 

In the picture you can see her with a motorcycle helmet because my grandfather had bought a motorcycle that day and my grandmother was trying to get on. I still remember that day because my mother was there too and she laughed with her. 

Definitely, I can never erase this photo because it's very important for my family because you can feel the presence of my grandmother there and that's magic.  Also, it will be a useful photo when my mother will be able to forgive my grandmother for the things that happened in her childhood. And when that happens I will send her this photo (that is saved on my computer) so she will see her mother again with the eyes that I saw my grandmother.

                                                                    I called her "Yeyi"