Grandma Nena’s 7th Birthday Party. The venue was beautiful, the balloons were full of balloons, and the food was catering.

But in a corner of the buffet table, 85-year-old Grandma Nena is busy.

He simply took the leftover Lumpia and Fried Chicken from the tray and put them in the plastic pan he was carrying. Her pocket was also filled with shawls.

Her granddaughter, Carla, saw it.

“Oh my God,” Carla whispered to her cousins. “Look at Grandma. Wrapping up again! It’s embarrassing! We have a lot of visitors!”

Carla went over to Grandma Nena. He grabbed the plastic.

“Grandma!” cried Carla. “Why are you crying?!” Have you eaten there? Why do you have to buy food?! You look like you’re starving! You’re embarrassing me to my in-laws!”

Grandma Nina was stunned. He held on tightly to the rest of the lumpia.

“Apocalypse… It’s a pity… It’s so good… I just want to go home.”

“Wow?! “We’ve got a lot of food at home!” exclaimed Carla. “From now on, we won’t be taking you to parties! You’re just going to have to stay at home!”

Grandma Nina burst into tears. From then on, every time there was a reunion or birthday, he would just leave her in the room.

One afternoon, Carla saw Grandma Nena coming out the door. It was carrying a small bag. It was from the fast food Carla had eaten earlier—leftover bones and chicken skins that were supposed to be thrown away, but Grandma asked for them.

“Where is that going?” asked Carla. “I’m going to follow it. “It could be picked up in a trash can and eaten it.”

Carla and her brother, Mike, followed their grandmother.

He took a jeep to the cemetery.

When Grandma got off, she walked slowly to the old part of the cemetery, where their Grandfather, Grandpa Carding, who had died in World War II and was out of Carla’s reach, was buried.

Carla hid behind the covers.

They saw Grandma Nena sitting on the lawn in front of Grandpa Carding’s tombstone.

Grandma slowly pulled out the “trash” food—the old lumpia, the chicken skin, and a piece of rice.

He put it on top of the grave like a feast.

Grandma Nena began to speak as she stroked the tombstone.

“Carding, dear…” Grandma’s voice was shrill. “We’re going to eat. I’m sorry, that’s all I got home. “My grandparents don’t want me to go to the party anymore.”

Carla’s brow furrowed. “Why do you talk to the dead?”

Grandma Nena continued, tears streaming down her face.

“Do you remember the war? When we were hiding in the mountains? We went without food for three days. You’ve found a piece of bread that’s already moldy.”

Humagulgol si Lola.

“You’ve been hungry lately, Kitty. You are a bone and a skin. But when you see our children crying from hunger… You gave them the last of the bread. You don’t have a single penny, you don’t have anything left for yourself.”

Carla and Mike’s eyes widened. Their father lived because of their grandfather’s sacrifice.

“Tell me before you die of hunger…” “Honey, take care of our children. Leave me alone. They’re just going to survive.”

Grandma Nena’s shoulders trembled with tears.

“Like Carding… So I’m wrapping up… I want to share with you all the delicious food that you have never had. I want to go home to you. Our grandchildren are rich because they raised their parents. I hope you’re here to check out this thread… Is that your favorite?”

Grandma took a lumpia and laid it on the tombstone, as if testing her husband.

“Come on, my dear. We are no longer hungry.”

Behind the niche, Carla and Mike were on their knees.

What they thought was “greed” and “shame” was just another way of loving and remembering a hero. Their Grandfather died of starvation to support their family, and Grandma Nena never forgets.

The brothers ran and hugged their grandmother.

“Lola!! “I’m sorry!! Carla cried. “I’m sorry if we forbade you! I’m sorry if we offended you!”

Grandma Nina was astonished. “Grandchildren? Why are you here?”

“Grandma, start now,” Mike said as he arranged the food on the grave. “You’ve always been in the party. And we ourselves… We are going to make the best food for Grandpa Carding. “Steak, steak, we’re going to take it all in.”

On that day, they were buried in the cemetery. It wasn’t fancy dining, but it was their best meal—because they had the memory of Grandpa who gave them life, and Grandma who taught them the true meaning of love.