old granny
In a sunlit, cozy kitchen, a grandmother with a tapestry of wrinkles sits, her silver hair neatly tied in a bun, cradling a steaming cup of herbal tea. Her round spectacles magnify kind, twinkling eyes that have weathered decades of change. She is surrounded by baking jars, flour-dusted recipe cards, a radio softly crooning a fond old tune, while rain taps the window, wrapping the room in warmth and timeless comfort.