I am very lucky to have great relationships with all of my grandparents. However, most of them don't live very close to me. The ones who love the farthest are my Abuelo and Abuela who love in Guatemala. My mom immigrated to America with her family when she was nine years old and they were able to give my mom the opportunities she needed to succeed. Since then they have moved back to Guatemala and my siblings and I don’t get to see them that often. Unfortunately, none of us speak Spanish fluently, so when we do get the chance to spend time with them, there is a substantial language barrier. It can be hard to keep them updated on the things happening in our lives and vice versa. However, they never fail to make sure we know how much they love us. Through them, I have learned that people express their love in different ways. The way they prove their love to us is in cutting up fruit. This was something I took for granted for many years, but as I’ve grown older I have realized how much love goes into this action. Whenever I would get home from school I would be greeted with bowls of cut up melon, strawberries, and watermelon available to me, never asking for a thank you or for any recognition. Even though we have never asked them to do it, they see us devouring all the fruit immediately and want to make us happy.
When I came home for spring break I was greeted by my Abuela and a fresh bowl of cut up strawberries, and I have never felt luckier or more loved. Even though I don’t have the words to express my true gratitude and love, I do the best I can, and when all else fails, I will have my mom translate this blog post so they can know that I notice and I am so appreciative of everything that they do.