5:5:07
Today was my grandfather’s birthday. I never really knew much about him, because he passed away long before I was born, leaving my grandmother and his 9 children. Of one of the nine, I was born. I know you know who I am talking about. You once loved her, right?
Anyway, last night, while watching her chop away the kamias she needed for cooking, she mentioned that today would be grandfather’s birthday. Having known almost nothing about you, I asked her, what was he like? She then explained everything to the best of her memory. She started with our family tree, and I realized just how big and complex our family was, with grandfather standing as a sturdy trunk. I don’t really know, but I guess you and him did have something in common. But unlike you, he did not leave the others for his new family. He considered them as part of a very huge and complex family, and loved and cared for each single offspring equally. I begin to wonder what would have happened if you and him had met.
He was, a very loving father to all his children. Of the three children he had with my grandmother, he cherished my mother most of all. In all occasions, my mother would be most welcomed. When she got kicked out of the company her step sister owns, because of what you did to her, that relative got angry at her. She had thought that she was sabotaging the company, based on what her co-employees had told her. But grandfather found a way, and reconciled them. I bet you now know how I managed to finish school without your help or the help of your very generous offerings. It was that same relative that I offer my college diploma to, not to you. Up to now she still looks after all of us, but we don’t take advantage of this favor in anyway. It was her who said that I looked like grandfather, and I earned her favor more.
I wish I could have met my grandfather. He seems to be a fun-loving old man full of surprises. Maybe if I had I wouldn’t be longing to find someone like him for a father.
