I came to know an old man. A lonely old man.
He loves to wait by the telephone for her daughter to call, but they seldom do.
He loves to watch movies on big screens, yet no one has time to accompany him.
He loves to cook nice dishes, sometimes the taste can go awfully wrong, and no one there to eat the food.
He loves to travel, yet no one would look after the house for him.
He loves to talk, yet walls is the only listener for most days.
He loves to try his luck on the scratch ticket, yet no one share the joy of winning with him.
He loves to sleep during noon time, because time is easier to go by to fill up the absence.
He loves to learn English, asking his grandson grammars and pronunciation, because that is the communication link between both of them.
He loves his family, and do not know how much love the family gave returned to him.
He is
My grandpa
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