The fifth grandmother

The fifth grandmother When I was little, I knew that everyone has two grandmothers. I had two: one lived in the same town as my famil,y and one lived in the capital. As I grew older, things got more complicated. It turned out that I had two more. Both of my grandfathers had lost their first wives before I was born. I never met these two grandmothers, but I learned about them from my family. My uncle also wrote a lot about his mother in his books. My mother and her aunt told me stories about my maternal grandmother. But the title promised five. So who was the fifth? Well, I think family is not defined by blood or DNA. A family is a group of people loving and caring for each other. In this spirit, Auntie Ilonka was also kind of a grandmother to us. She was an elderly lady living next door. She looked after us sometimes. We could go to her place to play or listen to her stories. She celebrated birthdays and name days with my family, just like my other grandparents. Her home felt like a…