The doctor recommended treatment with a speech therapist, but she went to see him only a couple of times. She claimed the therapist didn't speak Spanish properly.
My grandma was always expressing with gestures, the pleasure my dishes gave her. I was glad none of us were vegetarians. Over all, I appreciated her company, and the fact that she couldn't verbally criticize me made me feel like I didn't have a lot of flaws. I love our one way conversations. She uses gestures, signs and signals. I can read them all. Her face became very expressive. She spends a lot of time in church. I don't know why, she's not too devoted and above all she's not that saintly or virtuous. Her name is Sandra.
My dad tried to do the same thing with me, but I could never accept an arranged marriage. I could never take a 'bought' wife. Although I have to add that I might get a better chance at success with a random marriage, knowing the high rate of divorces here in America.
Although her wheelchair is powered by a big battery, Father Fidel volunteers to push her. They appear to be old friends, and my grandma seems to enjoy his company.
On the first day of the month my grandma collects the rent from the eleven houses we own, which is around seven thousand dollars. I take care of everything concerning the butcher shop. But she takes care of all finances and expenses of the house. Her donations to the church must be significant. I bet all her sins are forgiven in advance, even without a confession.