I look into my Grandma’s black, deep eyes, and I see that they are filled with wisdom. Her wrinkled face, snow-white hair put in a neat bun, and a warm smile would make you think that her life wasn’t hard. However, it was far from easy. As an eighty year old, my Grandma is the strongest woman I have ever met. I look up to her, and I know that her journey through life made her strong, and courageous. Here is a little part of my Grandma’s incredible life story: