...

I was talking to my grandmother...
When I was small many times I would hear:
Study good.
My parents were always studying, aunt too,
Upgrading their doctors degrees.
They would go many different cities,
Bringing me new clothes, new bags, fabric, new shoes.
Even now, my mother is reading history books.
And this is old story,
Stolen from old note book.
1941, my uncles are leaving,
Hugging me, study good.
My grandmother wrote it,
She says, that's all she remembers about them..