We all recognize my grandmother because of her deck of cards, wherever she goes, whatever she does, she always carries a deck of cards. I bought her a deck of cards form China, thinking she would begin to use them more instead of the old ones, but she didn't, she told us that those cards shouldn't be used never, because it is her most important possession because she never had nothing from China. Once we went to the beach and she decided to take her deck, as usual, but when she began to shuffle the deck, lots of air began blowing, and the cards, away, began flying. She began trying to catch all the cards but she wasn’t able to, so my mother got sad for her, because this was at the beginning of the trip, so we bought her some cards, they were really ugly, but she was happy with them. After that in the trip she bought a automatic card shuffler and she kept using it while we were there in the beach, but she broke it because she dropped a glass of water over it and at first she got sad because she thought that her cards were inside the deck shuffler but after checking, she saw my mother had taken her cards to another place because we were about to play volleyball in the beach and then she would have lost them. After that trip, she found out she was almost addicted to playing cards and now, every Sunday after that, most of her daughters go to her house and play cards for hours, and there is no problem, only my father doesn’t like it and each time he got there they had to stop playing.