My grandmother, I don't know whether I can call her as a nice loving grandma or otherwise.
She will only be good when things are not related to money. Often time we start to quarrel over money, than attitude and everything else. But its money that cause the quarrel to start first. She'd hurl vulgarities at me, sometimes even hit me over quarrels. Sometimes she say words that seem like a gun shot through my heart. I feel that even she had grow up, she learn a lot of things. But, I feel that most of the time she is still wrong. Many times I told myself that I must respect her, I must learn to keep my attitude when talking to her. But I can't do it every time I remember what she say to ask me to give her my pay, 'I took care of you from young till now, you need to pay me.' I know I need to pay her, cuz from young my mother didn't really got the time to take care of me. My grandma is the one that took care of me. Changing my pampers, feeding me with milk. She act like a mother more than a grandma. She's almost my everything, I got to say that if it wasn't for her, I might not live till today. She care about anything else of me, except money. She really see money more than kinship. That's what I hate the most. But, today I woke up early and play computer. She stood beside me, not looking at the com but at me. I can see from the side of my eyes. For awhile, she went to cook. So, I went to bath and I went to the room. When I was packing up, she asked me.

Grandma: Did you quarrel with your boyfriend?
Me: Yes.
Grandma: Why? Is it because he isn't good enough?
Me: No, you know my attitude. I've a very bad attitude. I can quarrel with almost everybody. I think I might quarrel with God if I ever get to see him someday.
Grandma: Doesn't he know that you got a mouth as hard as a rock, and you don't mean what you say when you're angry?
Me: He need some time to think about it.
Grandma: I cooked lunch. Go have it.
Me: Nah, I no mood to eat.
Grandma: So whats the point of me cooking when you're not eating?

After this short conversation with my Grandma, I know at the very least she still know that most of the time when I said those hurtful words to her. She know I don't mean it, she understands me.
Grandma, I'm fine.