My grandma never had a mobile, but she knew how to listen to me better than anyone…
She didn’t have WhatsApp, a front-facing camera, or a clue how to video call. But when I spoke, she’d look me straight in the eyes… and I’d feel like my whole world mattered.
She didn’t use filters, but her face shone brighter than any screen. No emojis—just a squeeze of my hand that said, “It’ll all be okay.”
She never wore headphones because her ears were always free for me. She never texted “I love you.” She said it every morning with a hot cuppa and quiet moments shared.
Now, I miss her more than any notification ping.
Modern life gave us a thousand ways to talk, but sometimes we forget how to truly listen.
This isn’t a viral post. It’s just real.
