Transylvania, the North West part of Romania, was traded over time between Hungary and Romania and nowadays people are speaking both languages. In my family, we speak Romanian, but my grandmother speaks mostly Hungarian. She lives in a small village near the biggest city in Transylvania, Cluj. It is very quiet and mostly old people live there. During summer my parents worked and I spent my childhood with my grandma. Whenever I went to her she was the happiest. She was waiting for us with warm homemade food, and always my favorite traditional stuffed cabbage. She makes them the best, with tomato sauce and sour cream. My mouth is watering even when I’m thinking about them. Usually I was staying around 3 months at my grandma, and I was sleeping in the same room with her. In the other room she had a very old sewing machine that she was taking a lot of care of. I wanted to play with it, but she never allowed me. She thought is too dangerous. Her passion is to sew and before I went back to my parents she always gave me something sewed by her. It’s a nice memory and I keep all of them in a safe place. Whenever I want to remember of my childhood, I take out a something sewed by her and imagine those beautiful moments. Every morning she prepared breakfast and waited until I woke up. She sat in the same place every morning. Drinking her coffee and reading the newspaper. Everything was set when I entered the kitchen. She hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. This was how every day started at my grandma’s house. Then I sat next to my grandma and ate my breakfast. The Hungarian radio was on every morning so I had to listen to it. But it was not bothering me that much because she was taking good care of me. My mom told me that from age of 2 until age of 4 my grandma was taking care of me because they were busy with the work. She was walking with me in the park and next to the river in our town. I was feeling how much she loves me, and I was...
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