Recently, I've been exchanging emails more frequently with my grandchild, who is turning 8. The other day, when it snowed, they sent me a photo, and they share the little details of their daily life through emails.
It feels deeply moving that a child turning 8 can now communicate with their grandmother, who lives far away, through emails like this.
Yesterday she asked me, "How was your day today?" Though the day was only half over, I guessed something good must have happened to her, and I asked back, "Was your day good?"
It seems she made chocolates for Valentine's Day tomorrow. She said she 's going to give it to a boy she likes.
Ah, I see. She's reached that age already. It was heartwarming.
I emailed her back, "Since it's chocolate made by you, it must be delicious. The boy who receives your chocolate is very lucky."
I got a reply with a smiley face.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, then. I had completely forgotten.
Whether it's getting swayed by some chocolate maker or making chocolates oneself, feeling excited about it is wonderful.
I hope I receive an email with a smiley face from her tomorrow, the grandmother thought.