By Gwen Ma
When you think of a magician what comes to your mind?
An enigmatic old man with a grizzled beard,
who can turn a watermelon into a tiny bird?
A frivolous young man in a black suit,
who can pull a bunny out of his hat?
But this magician I know is nothing like them,
for she surprises me more than anyone.
Opening the closet,
I find loose jeans now fitting me perfectly,
Old-fashioned clothes I never wear becoming trendy,
Clothes that got dyed in the washing machine transforming back to their original colors.
And more surprises await me as I look further inside my closet.
Who?
Who made my heart flutter with a magic wand?
I see now.
She sat there on the couch,
sewing my dress with a needle in one hand,
holding up my jeans close to her glasses with careful awareness,
and washing my dyed clothes over and over again,
rubbing the dye away…
I ran toward her and locked my arms around her in a tight hug.
Grandma,
Thank you for being my magician.
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