Abuela

An excerpt of my life

I begin to look around the cafe to see if there is an outlet nearby. I'm sitting outside so I doubt if I'll be able to find one. With nothing to charge my laptop, I resorted to thinking about what I'm going to do for the rest of the day. So I went to the gym this morning, 9:30am to be exact, By 1pm I had already cleaned up my room, I had my lunch and I visited my abuela afterwards. She's a always a laugh. She may be 82, but she's still sharp. I one time put on a show for her and purposely left the volume low. Soon after the show started, she complained to me that she was barely able to hear anything. In Spanish of course. Telling her that I can hear it loud and clear, she cracks a smile. I can tell she doesn't full on believe me. I do my best to hold in an intense laughter. "It's not all way up," she says. "I'm sure of it." I reassure her that I hear the show just fine and something must be wrong with her hearing. She then stares at the TV for a second or two, reconsidering she might actually be loosing her hearing. She looks back at me and says, "No, you left if low. I know it's not all the way up." I couldn't contain my laughter anymore. I begin to crack up on the sofa while she stares at me with a smile and begins to chuckle. "You still got it," I told her, still laughing. I get up to increase the volume and I leave. "You can't trick this one," I think to myself as I walk back to my room. "I hope I'm that sharp by 80."