My grandmother is retired from her job as a secretary. Twice a month she visits her older sister in the countryside to make sure she is taken care of properly. It is during these frequent trips that I realize how much she is part of my daily life. My grandmother lives downstairs from me. From inside our house there are no stairs connecting the upper and lower floors. If I want to go down I have to use the external stairs. I wear these flat slippers that make a tapping sound when I walk on the wooden stairs, and when it's quiet, my grandmother can hear me coming and going. When I reach the bottom of the stairs on my way out, she is still standing at her door waiting for me. Every morning, as we walk to my car, he starts a conversation by asking me routine questions like, "What time did you get home last night?" Or “Where are you going now?” Then, in her innocent and caring grandmotherly way, she will ask me to come home early and drive carefully, since I usually get home in the early hours of the morning. The last part of his morning ritual with me is to check my car while I'm starting it. She checks the petrol, which she always blames me for because it's almost empty, and then the tires which always seem flat to her. As I pull out of the driveway, he waves at me until I can no longer see his small figure in the rearview mirror. When my grandmother goes to visit her sister, I find that I usually arrive about ten minutes later. soon wherever I go. I also have to double check to make sure my collar is straight and my tags are on properly. My grandmother always made sure I was presentable while I was growing up. Sometimes even now she pulls out… middle of paper… she might do something for her that would make up for all the things she has done for me and taught me, but there is nothing so special and important that can match it all. My grandmother gave me an 18th birthday present and a very belated graduation present combined. It had been about two years, but I didn't even remember. She gave me a pair of Mikimoto pearl earrings. She told me she wanted to buy me something special, where I remember her. They are two beautiful and large pearls connected to each other by a small gold flower with a diamond inside. A pearl dangles and I thought it was like I was holding on to my grandmother. These earrings are very important to me. But I haven't worn them yet because they're too beautiful for me right now and I have nowhere to wear them anyway. I told my grandmother that she now has to take me out to a fancy dinner!