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Grandma singing

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Introduction	I would wake up with the sound of my grandma singing in the kitchen... the day would arrive slowly; from under my thick blanket I could see sparrows singing. The light would fill the garden and oranges would shine through snowy trees. This blog is dedicated to my dear grandma and all those moments that I felt warm listening to her singing and felt secure watching her make food. She is my Tehran, her strong hands always my home.

Gender

Female

Introduction

I would wake up with the sound of my grandma singing in the kitchen... the day would arrive slowly; from under my thick blanket I could see sparrows singing. The light would fill the garden and oranges would shine through snowy trees. This blog is dedicated to my dear grandma and all those moments that I felt warm listening to her singing and felt secure watching her make food. She is my Tehran, her strong hands always my home.