Easter Red's eggs

Memories are always in my mind and inside in my heart. Bad-goods memories reminding me moments, days and years when I cried and laughed. Every day that I lived or I live is a different day. A photo album makes me go in the past or become nostalgic for the remembered times. I open it and I see an old black and white picture. It's my grandmother, my brother, my grandfather, my mother, and me. …

…boil some red eggs and give to us. Me and my brother as kids would love it because of its color. To us the red eggs were strange. We didn't know the meaning of it. We weren't allowed to tell any other friend about the eggs. Now it is obvious, now I know what my grandmother was trying to show us. In my loving memory of my grandmother Vasilika Easter's red eggs By Valentina Gjoni