The grandmother was a strong and independent woman—resilient, yet kind. She was the storyteller of my childhood, with tales ranging from ordinary people to kings and queens. In the last days of her life, she could no longer speak, couldn’t handle her daily tasks, and required assistance and the presence of others for the most minor matters. As her health worsened, I found myself recording her slow and painful decline, feeling as though I was witnessing a part of myself change and fade with her.
