Aunty Grace is her name, I used to call her aunty yace as a child😂😂. She is such a sweet soul my only problem is whenever she sees me she starts crying... It's kinda annoying, she says I look so much like my mum so she can't help the tears. Well she came to mine and was so happy and kept on telling me how proud my mum would have been if she was alive to see me, next thing,the water works. We talked for hours, she was shocked to find out I still don't eat onions😃😃. As much as my mother tried to force me to eat onions I never did😃 so for your information if you take me on a date and I start picking out onions don't feel embarrassed that's how I'm wired.( You either purée the onion or don't bother at all) How do people even chew onion???🤔.

Anyway we talked for hours, we laughed, cried and gossiped 🙈 all our family members. Mostly talked about my mum and how we both wished she was alive. This is the 18th year since she passed but it still feels like yesterday. I swear I miss her so much. There are no words to describe how much I miss her, everyday when I look in the mirror I see her staring back at me. Damn! Life! (Before I forget I gave her grilled chicken As a good child that I am☺️)

Thank you aunty Grace for coming by today (don't worry I'm sending her the link so she can read this post) You made my day. Next time I'll make oha soup for you. (And yes I'm an amazing cook. Nyore swears cooking is my calling 😄😄😄)

It's past midnight, my bed is calling... Good night guys, remember be kind to one another 😄(Ellen)

Xoxo

Gigi