The bouquet

Remember when I was a kid, there was a big tree in Grandma's compound. Every spring, when flowers begin to come out of the trees, Grandma looks at them every day, and once they grow up, in small bags, she sends people to pick them, and then to make all kinds of flowers for us. Grandma is a man of the old society, but she doesn't have any idea of son preference. She loves our granddaughters so much that she can't eat for herself. To date, it has been remembered that Grandma's house had a very heavy cast iron frying pan and an iron lid, which makes pancakes. With the bouquets, Grandma makes them for us, and when you cook, you can't put any more oil on them, you make us greasy pancakes and watch us eat. We were little and we didn't know anything. We were often two or three kids waiting for it, and it was fast enough to eat. Now think about it, Grandma's supposed to eat too much every time, and he doesn't even eat it. I miss Grandma so much! I told my son and husband how nice it was when Grandma made us pancakes