Grandparents

These are my mother's parents. We never knew our grandfather but our gran was awesome. When she was older she would nap in the afternoon, we would lie in her featherbed with her while she told us stories about her home and youth. It always sounded magical, even the hardships during the war seemed like an adventure to us – she was just great at telling stories.
At night after she closed her bedroom door you would hear her open the cupboard, we knew she was reaching in for her flask of brandy – she would just have the one sip, for medicinal purposes.