I don't get to see my grandma very often - maybe a week in the entire year. The distance makes it feel like there aren't any ties between us; just the common blood that runs through our veins. How much do I really know about her? Not really a lot. I know that she is my grandma and I know that I love her with all my heart. Sometimes, in that one week I get to see her, I actually learn new things that make me really appreciate the time we do get together. Sometimes this information comes out of unexpected moments, like in the middle of preparing a fish for dinner.