God, BEDA is just not my thing. I need to be told what to write about if I'm going to do this every day. So I am officially declaring this a normal post that I happen to be writing in April.

My grandma recently broke her ankle in two places and had to get surgery. She was in the hospital for about 4 days, and then she was able to go back home. I've been here helping her around the house since Tuesday.

The thing about my grandma is that she hates to be helped. If she starts to get up and into her wheelchair, I have to yell "HEY! What do you want? Sit back down." She nearly refuses to have someone wait on her hand and foot.

I try to be a good granddaughter. I love her more than anything or anyone else in the world and I just want her to see that I'm capable of loving her just as much as she loves me.

And, would you look at that, while I was typing this, she did the dishes. Of course.