Women's Gathering

I can not tell if it’s a rest home, or someone’s residence.

I see a lot of women here. They are all above sixty years old and look perky. None of them looks frail. I notice that they are all very well dressed. It might not look like a party as such, but it certainly has a party atmosphere. It’s an open area with lots of gardens.

One of them is hubby's grandma. She is about eighty or at least in her late seventies. She looks extremely good in her age. Somehow the word ‘royal’ came to my mind as an appropriate word to describe how she looks. She is wearing a beautiful knee-length gown with a pair of high heel red sandals. I am very impressed that she looks so elegant and gorgeous. Somehow I get the feeling that this is how she looks every day. However, I can’t help but think: if she suffers from chronic back problem, then she shouldn’t wear those high heels. Does she know that?

Hubby’s mother turns up. She is also dressed up. But she doesn’t look as elegant as hubby’s grandma. Not only is she overweight (compared to grandma), her shoes look terrible which kind of ruin everything else. She must have realised that and felt a little embarrassed about her blue cotton shoes, as she took them off and threw them away, and says: ‘that feels better!’