"The candy jar at Grandma’s was always full. Sunlight filtered softly through curtains, warming the room where nothing ever seemed to change. We’d sneak into the kitchen, giggling quietly as we grabbed sweets wrapped in shiny paper. She always pretended not to notice. Outside, raspberry bushes stretched along the big garden, and tall fig trees offered shade in the summer heat. We ran barefoot through the grass, fingers sticky and stained pink from berries, cold lemonade dripping down our hands. The days felt long and sunny, filled with laughter and endless games. I remember splashing in the pool, water sparkling under bright skies. Grandma watched quietly from her chair, smiling gently, making everything feel safe and simple, the way summer should feel."
