Grandma Died
Her grandmother set aside the betel nuts and motioned for Chan Juan to come closer. "Sit, my dear. Let's talk about it."
Chan Juan settled beside her grandmother, finding solace in her presence. "It's like the moments hold a secret or a message, and I'm trying to understand what they mean."
Her grandmother nodded knowingly. "Deja vu often carries a sense of familiarity, a link to moments in time that resonate deeply within us. Sometimes they're reminders, guiding us or nudging us to pay attention."
"That's what I thought too," Chan Juan agreed eagerly, relieved to have someone understand her feelings. "But this time, it feels like there's more to it. Like it's trying to tell me something important."
Her grandmother's kind eyes studied Chan Juan with a gentle intensity. "The universe has its ways of communicating with us, my dear. These moments might indeed hold hidden meanings, waiting for us to decipher."