dishes

While just washing dishes, I realized the reason why it is such a calming task. When I was a little girl, before living with my grandparents, I used to wash the dishes with my grandma.

She also did her dishes by hand. It was the same routine; every time. On the left of the two-barreled sink, was the dirty dishes and to the left of the sink were the clean ones.

In the left tub, she had her old big tuber ware. You know, the kind where they were supposed to last forever. If I recall correctly, it was a light shade of pink that fits perfectly into the sink.

This was so that we could fill the sink with nice and warm soapy water to clean the dishes with. This was her task. She would always have her sponge and a washcloth to begin cleaning.

My job was the rinsing in the clear warm, above the disposal. I remember this being at night after dinner. Granny was always cleaning and collecting. Her kitchen was beautiful and she was always in it.

I remember that we would be talking the whole time. Just about everything and to be careful with the knives when I rinsed them. It was such a nice time because we got to have a girl talk. She always had the biggest heart too.

I guess that’s why I always like to clean the kitchen. My grandma was always in there cleaning. When she was done we would even get cocoa and toast. My favorite things growing up.

If it wasn’t for her, I am not sure if I would even know what love is. Thankfully, for those dirty dishes, I do. Living with her for a big part of my life really taught me what unconditional love truly is. She would do anything for anyone at any given moment and not everyone can [would] do that.

No matter how big the crime or hurt is, if someone needed her, she would be there. Unconditionally.

 

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