Age through the lens
It was only in that glimpse of a moment that I pointed my phone's camera at her, and I saw her face through my screen that I managed to see that she is old(er).
Her whole life experience and the burdain of decades in her teary eyes reflected on my screen.
It was a weird realization. It somehow dawned upon me - she is not that young anymore. Not the grandma that I've known all my life. Though on the inside and in our talks - she's merely the same. On the outside, it was showing. Nothing about the skin, the shape, the drowsiness. No. Just, a wave of the passing of time.
At least she got to have the cava sangría that she was longing for.