This piece is dedicated to my Grandma, who has always been someone I can talk to about anything. She’s been a constant presence, always there with a listening ear. I have a vivid memory from when I was younger: every morning before school, I’d call her. Even on days when I wanted some quiet time, I still felt this unspoken need to reach out. It wasn’t a burden; it was just how things were, part of our routine.

Every call would end the same way: I’d try to hang up, and she’d say, 'I love you.' I’d respond, and then she’d say it back again, creating this endless loop of love that neither of us wanted to break. It would go on until I finally managed to hang up, but even then, I knew that if I wanted, she’d talk with me for hours. Now, as an adult, when I visit her or end a phone call, that same love and connection still remain, and I treasure the new memories we continue to make.