I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden)

My name is Leona.

The name was given by my grandpa. My grandpa, based on my experience as a child, was not a good man.

Take my name as an example. His name sounds nice, but he gave me such a strange name.

Every time I protested to my grandpa, he always said that if my dad had been a girl, the name wouldn’t have fallen on me.

He was the one who gave me such a strange name, but he blamed my dad for not being a girl.

Ah, speaking of which, I forgot to introduce my grandparents.

My grandpa, Caden.

I heard he was very attractive when he was young.

My grandma, Grace.

I sometimes wonder why these two people, who didn’t seem to match at all, were together.

My grandparents were divorced before my dad was born.

After the divorce, neither of them married again.

They should have gone on their separate ways, but my grandpa was shameless and always bothered my grandma.

Ever since I remembered it, my grandpa had been pleasing my grandma all the time.

Grandpa Humbert said my grandpa never lowered his head to anyone. He was so tough that everyone was afraid of him.

But I don’t think Grandpa Humbert was telling the truth.

If my grandpa was so tough, then why was he as obedient as our golden retriever every time grandma stared at him?

Besides, have you ever seen a tough man with perfect culinary skills comparable to a five-star chef?

Ever since I was young, my grandpa’s cooking was the best in the family, even better than the chefs we hired.

Grandpa would wake up early in the morning to walk the dog. When he came back, he always had a pile of food ingredients in his hand.

When grandma woke up, grandpa had been busy in the kitchen all morning. A warm meal was ready on the dining table. It might not be very sumptuous, but quite warm.

Grandma never cooked. Her only housework was watering the flowers in the garden. Grandpa said it’s good for grandma to be like that.

I asked grandpa in secret, “You get up early every day to cook three meals a day, and you have to go to work. Even the employees have weekends and vacations. Aren’t you tired without a single day off?”

Grandpa looked at grandma who was eating the afternoon tea he made for her in the garden. He smiled like a fool and said.

“I’m happy with everything I do as long as your grandma likes it. I’m willing to pamper her. It’s best to pamper her so much that she despises other men. That way, your grandma won’t have time to think of leaving me for the rest of her life.”

There were other details apart from that.

All I know is that grandpa pampered grandma like crazy.

I always considered grandma pretentious. She wouldn’t remarry my good grandpa. I told it to grandpa, and he, who had never been angry at me, gave me a hard slap on the butt. Grandpa said, “Little rascal, if you consider your grandma like that again, I’ll beat you dead.

is the best

good to your grandma

dare not be good to

at that time. I was taking up

about the past between

passed by my grandparents’ room, the door

feet and

ran into my parents’ room and asked, “Is grandpa a pervert? I saw

in good health and her hands and feet

“Why?”

will punish you by making

how do you know so

Leona, go to sleep. Your mother and I have a business

grandparents didn’t remarry. My childhood memories were full of the daily life of my grandpa and grandma who

quiet person, but every time she said

they were was afraid of grandma, but because grandpa was always

felt much about time, and when I

away when

early spring. As usual, grandma sat under the big tree in the garden and ate the afternoon tea grandpa made for her. The rocking chair under the

grandma with a blanket and wait until it was time

day, grandpa was

swinging in the wind of a green

have any sudden illness. She left this world peacefully on this

She left grandpa.

never forget grandpa’s hands, which were no longer young, holding

but didn’t step into the

I understood that my parents were giving my grandparents

not grand, but all the influential people

arranged the

left, grandpa’s health began to

find out the cause, but

grandpa was sick in the

sick

dare

grandma’s death, grandpa would hold grandma’s picture and look at

grandma’s picture as if

spring came, and everything

my hands and said, “You

“Like what?”

“Like your grandma.”

I understood more. I heard more stories about my grandparents from other

I first heard the story of my grandparents, I was angry that grandpa didn’t tell the

thought grandma had no self-respect. If I were her, I would never see my grandpa

went up and down following their

for her lack of

Gloria said my grandma gave way to their affection twisted with love and

grandpa learned to cherish it and didn’t waste their love like many men in

grandma was like his body

was silent. I no longer blamed grandpa for not seeing through his heart, nor did I blame