An old woman lay in bed sleeping. She smiled as she dreamed about her childhood. The days that she could run around outside and do whatever she desired. She missed her youth, but she didn’t mind being old. Aging wasn’t a bad thing. She had people around her that she loved.

She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She was a figure of medium height, and her brown hair had now turned gray. Her wrinkles were visible, but her huge smile seemed to hide them. Her seventieth birthday was around the corner, and she was excited to celebrate it with her family. 
The old woman lived in Wyckoff, where she grew up. People had asked her why she stayed in Wyckoff, and she said it was because she liked it there. Her child and grandchildren lived just down the street from her house.

The phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Good morning grandma.”
“Good morning.”
“Do you want to come over for breakfast? Dad’s making eggs and bacon.”
“That would be great. I’ll be over soon.”
“Okay. See you soon!”
The old woman was grateful that she lived near her child and grandchildren. On Sunday mornings, they would ask if she wanted to eat breakfast with them. After that, she would spend the day with them.
The old woman walked to her child’s home. It was a nice spring morning, and it was a short five minute walk.
“Grandma!” her grandchildren said as soon as she reached their house. She hugged them and went into the kitchen.
“Mom, how much bacon do you want?
“Just a little.”
She made a cup of coffee and sat down next to her grandchildren. They said that they were planning on going shopping for a new phone today.
“I’ll go too,” the old woman replied.
The old woman ate her bacon and eggs and laughed with her grandchildren.
“How is school going?
“It’s going pretty good.”
“Do they still give laptops out to each student?”
“No, it’s completely different from when you were a student grandma. Our technology is much more advanced.”
The old woman smiled. She wasn’t surprised that technology had changed.
Breakfast ended and everyone piled into the car.
“I’m so excited to get the newest phone!” one of her grandchildren said. The others chimed. When the old woman was younger, she had the iPhone. It was considered the newest technology for the phone. But now, there was no iPhone, and ways of communication had changed.
“I still don’t understand how to use my phone. Can one of you guys help me later?”
“Mom, the phone isn’t that complicated to use,” her child replied. The old woman remembered that when she was younger, her grandparents had asked her how to use their phone. She never thought that someday she would be the one asking for help. But it seemed that that was inevitable.
The old woman spent the rest of the day with her child and grandchildren, and she enjoyed every minute of it. They had lunch together, and they talked and laughed.
“I have to leave now,” the old woman said. They had just finished dinner at her child’s home, and it was getting dark.
“Bye Grandma!” her grandchildren said in unison.
“Bye. See you soon!”
It was dark out, so her child offered her the ride home. She accepted.
In the car, the old woman smiled.
“What?” her child asked.
“I’m so lucky to have all of you.”
“We’re lucky to have you too, Mom.”
The old woman opened the front door and walked inside. She glanced at the family photos. Each photo contained a different memory from a different event. I’m grateful, she thought. I’m grateful for everyone.