Grandma Son stood just under five feet tall. Short but thick, she projected a powerful presence. Most days she wore a white apron over her jeans and sweater, accessorizing only with a Day-Glo colored fanny pack where she wadded hundreds of dollar bills. Perhaps her most striking feature was her eye makeup. Reminiscent of football players’ reflective black eye stripes, Grandma sported a thick black swath of eyeliner above each eye. Everyday Grandma got up at six in the morning to go to work at Hyahn, an Asian-fusion restaurant in the US heartland and owned by her son. I worked four nights a week at Hyahn, and quickly learned that though the menu had been adapted for America, Grandma and the power structure of the restaurant had not.
3 comments:
awesome drawings very interesting grandma!!!
Your Grandma reminds me of my grandma. Hard on the outside. Warm and gooey on the inside.
Gal, Gma called me last nite to ask me for a ride home. Power was out, taxis weren't running, Gma's own daughter wouldn't answer her telephone and Gma said she didn't call her son. I told Gma I was at the parents and could not come pick her up and drive her home. Can you believe her (and her non-caring family)? Ugh.
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