In the past, every time I came home from school, I was always excited to stop by my grandmother's house. Unlike most grandmothers who are quiet and gentle, my grandmother is very slang and talkative. He always has exciting stories to tell, starting from his adventurous youth to light gossip about his neighbors. I like to hear the story because the way it is so expressive, complete with hand movements and voices that are made up to sound dramatic.

Grandma also always follows the trend of young people. He knows the latest songs, often wears big sunglasses, and even tried to play social media even though he ended up confused himself. When I was busy studying or playing with friends, my grandmother did not hesitate to join in and give comments, sometimes funny, sometimes silly. Everyone in the family always laughs if grandma starts talking because she never runs out of topics.

But now, grandma's house feels quiet. A few months ago, grandma left us forever. No more his signature laughter, no more exciting stories, and no more his figure who is always full of energy. I often sat in the corner of his house, imagining grandma still there, chattering as usual while sipping her favorite sweet tea.

Even though grandma is gone, the memories of her are never lost. I can still hear his voice in my head, I can still imagine his expression when he laughs. Grandma may have left, but the warmth and happiness that she always brings will always stay in my heart.