To the grandmother I never met.
I know so little about you. You died so young, leaving my seventeen year old mother and her sister alone. I know that you had a hard life and an abusive husband. I know that you would walk the streets at night in the snow with your daughters after working as a maid all day, waiting for him to fall asleep so it was safe to go home. This is the only picture I have of you, the only picture my mother had. She also died too young. I look at it often and wonder what you were like. You look so young and carefree in this photo with your beautiful smile. My mother had your smile.