A granddaughter's cry
for attention. Grandfather was engaged in a conversation. Rose (let's call her
this as she was wearing a red jacket) was happy. She was experiencing a
breathtaking moment. She yelled something. But it was too loud to understand
her. And then she turned to her grandfather, knowing that he will understand
and share her happiness.
Grandfather gave her a glance while he was still talking. He was
trying to find out if this was not one of her usual moments of effusion. He was
very used to that. Surprisingly, he was very used to sadness and rage, too, as
I could make up from his conversation. Between Rose's cries, grandfather looked
her again in the eyes and he found that this was something different. So he
stopped talking and embraced her. Gratefulness. Happiness. I saw them both in
Rose's eyes and it was such a splendid sight that it made me wish I could only
see it more often.
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