My second grandson Sn when he was a year, and a half old.
This time when I went to Peshawar, I retrieved some of my photos to bring back with me. As a grandmother I love my grandsons. Although they are far away in Houston, Texas, I daily remember them in my prayers. The eldest one is not paying attention to his studies, and that is a worry gnawing at my heart. Since I have no say in his life style, I can’t do anything about it, nor can his father — my son.
The only person he listens to his mother. Time is precious, once gone, can’t have it back again. It is slipping fast beyond reach.
Son is holding the youngest one in his lap.