How we meet?

It's a season of Christmas, snow and family. Everything work fine if family is together. Even we live somewhere else, but we get together for Christmas. We are not very big family, but we love each other very much. Me; Tia studying in High school near by my house. And I love spending time with my grandparents. They're so lovely.

My uncle john and aunt Maria had arranged marriage, I was very small to remember anything of that. They're story inspired me, like how a two strange person get together and have beutiful story. At first they were really awkward and kind of avoiding each other. But as the time gose, they start to know each other, respecting each other and they fall in love. They gave me my cousin last year. Shara, she's so cute and tiny.

My mom and dad, they had a love marriage. And how I know? My uncle and grandmother told me sometimes. How my dad was workaholic and not able to take care of himself. But them my mom enter, she was his neighbour. He first fall in love with her. It's a few time they meet each other but my dad was sure, she's the one. They become friends after one year later. She gets to know how dad is hardworking person, and take care his family and friends. My dad is stiff person if I say. Like having hard time to show feelings. And my mom, she fell in love. I asked her how she know he's the one? Her answer was; sometimes we know who is genuine to you for their feelings. and that blow my mind. But I don't know my grandparents story. They seemed so cute and lovely together. I want to know their love story!

So this Christmas I will get to know my grandparents story. Am very excited.

It was christmas eve, we all are sitting in couch and in ground which has very was carpet very soft one. My cousin Shara were playing together, well I'm taking care of her. And watching snow outside. We were very excited about tomorrow, cause snow was gonna field the yard. Me and grandparents we sitting and enjoying under the Christmas tree. And my parents and uncles were in the kitchen.

"So nana (grandmother) how you and dada (grandfather) meet?"

I asked them and they smile at each other.

"Well it's time of 1930s 40s....that time. it's were women don't get educated that much, means higher education..." My dada saying about how that time they were in schools.

"....we were in same class and every boy in school like her.." dada was very proud this one.

"Oh shut it.."nan was not very amused by it.

"Yes that true! You were the most beautiful girl of the town." Dada said and kiss her cheeks.

"Then how it's started? What happened?"

"Your dada was very nice guy and he like to help others I need. Which really make my curiosity into him....and also he was an idiot too." I laughed at her sassy.

"Who start the first move?"

"Well it was your dada who..come to me....no no no....he drop the letter in my book."

"Then.."

"I thought it's was some other person or someone else.."

"I forgot to write my name on it." Dada adds on.

"Oh dada how would she know if you don't write your name...."

"Exactly!!" Nana said and laugh at something she remembered.

"I thought someone doing prank in me.."

"What?" Dada didn't knew that..

"Yes.... someone write a letter to you and didn't write name on it and asked me to come near to the pond..."

"Didi you go?" I asked.

"No.."

Am really curious what happened.

"She didn't came and I thought she don't like me...then next day..I started to avoid her.."

"He make it so obvious..like he trying get away from you....my friends were like.... something worng with him?"

"The whole school year was like that..but in the last day of school..he came to me..."

"Then..?"

"She was going home..and alone....I went to her and asked if she have some time to talk...."

"I was like waht happens...all this year..we didn't talk and now on very last day of school were we might not meet each other...but I agreed.."

"Then we sit on bench and I said that am going to millitary...you know what you said?"

"Good luck."

We laughed at this..like my nana was really small talk and like to end conversation.

"Then I built my confidence and said I really like you...."

"Then what you said nana?"

"I said yes...."

"Really?"

"Yes...he was the guy I was interested, he was nice and kind. And all he avoiding me..I thought he doesn't like me..so....I make distance...but I still like him..as person first...then face..."

"But he was goiy millitary....as I know for five years?"

"Yes that true...I said..I really like you...will you wait for me? I'll write to letters time to time."

"And I agreed...but he had only two day left before he go..so we spent that two days very careful and enjoyed that days..." Nana said.

"The three years of military was nice..I was able to write letters to her each week..but last two years...it was war time....in last latter I wasn't able say much..and I didn't know if would able to come back or not...so told her to move on.."

"What? Then what happened?"

"I waited for him...I had good marks to I decided to to job in hospital as nurse...and five and half years completed..he come back.."

"I thought you might have get married..I was so nervous and sad.." dada adds as he they both put he's arm on her shoulder. I saw Shara hasn't wake up yet.

"Then I saw him and run to him give him big tight hug."

"First I went her home then I get to know she's work in hospital..so run to hospital..she was looking at something..and then called her...she run to me and we hug and she said... I love you and I really missed you."

"I was the one who said First..." Nana said.

"And that's how our story was...." Nana said and look at Shara who was starting to wake up.

"Nana you loved him so much you waited for him?"

"Yes Tia, if you truly love someone time and distance doesnt matter."

"What if he didn't come back?"

"Then I have to move on..life is all about moving on.. forward.."

"Dinner ready..Tia wake up Shara!!" My anuty shout to so her voice reach us..

"Wake up Shara..."

And we go to do our family Christmas Eve dinner together.

My nana and dada had very love and strong bond. That make thire story strong.