The kindness from a member of the family, translated…
Seeing the pile of the section of the papers for reading pleasure on the table, I’d smelled, the scent of the ylang ylang flower all of a sudden.
Because we don’t have newspaper subscriptions at our house, every time I’d gone back home to visit, I’d always loved to carry the pile of the reading subsection of the papers, and slowly, savored the articles. My grandfather paid attention to details, he’d noticed how I had this habit, and so, after he’d sorted through the newspapers, he’d saved the subsections for me especially. If it was during the spring or the summer seasons, there would be a small paper cup, with a bit of water, with the ylang ylang flowers inside.
It’s been eight years since the start of this “ritual” of his, it’d become a connection that him and I shared, it’d become a sort of a habit too. I’d even understood, that that, was how my grandfather showed his love to me.
At the end of last year, my grandfather died of illness. I’d followed behind my parents, and other elders, as they sorted out the matters of his final affairs, and, in the midst of cleaning up, I’d discovered, that there was, a pile of paper on my grandfather’s desk, folded up, nicely.
I’d understood, that this, was the very last kindness my grandfather showed to me. I’d felt this light scent of the ylang ylang flower, gliding across my nose, and, the heat of my own tears, falling down from my own cheeks.
So, saving the papers for you, became something your grandfather did, and, this last kindness stayed with you, for a long time, doesn’t it? Sometimes, shows of love is quite simple, it’s in the littlest of matters.