This is a short blogpost in which I simply want to share my love for my grandma with you. With Easter, yes already a few weeks ago, I visited my grandma together with my parents and brother. I hadn’t seen her since my sister’s birthday, just before Christmas. So we were there and my grandma was mostly chatting, and us listening, she’s quite talkative but sometimes a bit hard to understand because she speaks a dialect and her pronunciation isn’t what it was 10 years ago. She is 89 years old by the way, and my only grandparent still alive. I love her because she is a really sweet lady and she cared really good for us when we (my siblings and I) slept over when we were little. This Easter she gave me even more reason to love her. For the first time she called me Sophie, without hesitation, without once calling me by my old name. I was in a way stunned, but mostly I am really proud of her. She heard of my transsexuality on her birthday party last year, when my dad sort of outed me to her, and it shocked her quite a bit when she realized what it meant. After that I had only seen her with my sisters birthday, so yes I was surprised and proud that she called me by my name this Easter. She is my best grandma in the world, and I love her!