Good bye Grandma Roza

As the airplane took off, Grandma Roza was crying, I'm sure. In two months, she saw you evolve from a tiny baby, unaware of her surroundings, to one that expresses emotions, engages in conversations (in your own language) and imitates facial expressions. She made you laugh and sang you songs. She cleaned countless poopy butts, washed many spit-soaked clothes, walked you for miles, helped you fall asleep, and in return, you greeted her with a trusting smile. It must have been hard to leave yesterday as she passed the torch to Grandma Maria. She can't wait to see you again. I think you miss her too. I took it upon myself to ask you her daily question: "Zoe, how grandma Roza is sleeping?" You laughed, anticipating the sound of snoring.

This picture is taken at her last night with you.