I never had grand parents, as when I
was young, they passed away, I never
knew the feeling, of having them watch
me, at play. There are no memories and
that in itself, is kind of sad, as I cannot talk
about something I never had. I listen to
others, talk about their grand parents and
I envy them, until this day. I cannot help but
wish, mine, were around to teach me and
show me, the way. I miss not hearing the
things, only grand parents can tell. All the
things, about their life and how they met
and having your parents, as well. I never
had, this kind of luxury and of course, I
never will. And those out there, who still
have them, love them and treasure them,
because you can never, get your fill!
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