My grandmother’s birthday is today.
In my childhood, she would sing as songs while she crocheted and let us get whatever chocolatey cereal we wanted at the store.
She was brought up on a farm in Portugal, with two much much younger brothers, and she learned all the things girls who grow up on farms learn. Like how to sew and sing while you work. My favourite childhood memories of her are when she’d watch Portuguese or Brazillian telenovelas with us and whenever the bad guy came on screen (and there was always a bad guy) she’d point at him and tell him off. I knew I had to get that from somewhere …
So, Parabens Vosinha! Beijinhos da California!