I cherish childhood memories. For the eight of us, grandchildren, it was filled with the scent of wafers, that were always stacked next to the “salčići” and the colored eggs on the left side of the room, near grandma’s house entrance in Doglodi. She would revolve around us, joyful and caring, for as long as she could. Over the weekend, all three families would gather there with their kids, so that the adults could have a break while kids were playing together. Grandma was the only one to tirelessly take care of us. She was asking us over and over again: “Are you hungry?” “Would you like to eat something?” A smile adorned her face and her hands were so caring, like only those of a child who grew up without parents could be. It seems to me that this could be the reason why she wanted everyone of us to have another mother, one from the older generation. Grandma was an affectionate, angelic creature who never hurt me. She was a symbol of family values, warmth and kindness. I know that we, her grandchildren, have become better people thanks to her influence. Kindness cannot be taught, it can only be felt. When it is truly felt, it transforms people.