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GRANDPA IN APRIL

            This April is another nice April for Grandpa. He loves to go outside in April. He’s a nice and friendly man. As I help him when he can’t go outside, he likes to tell stories about his young life to me and I listen and smile as he talks. I’m happy I can help him in his old age and not only as a helper but also as a friend to him, except in April.

            Grandpa is old. He has small eyes and he’s lost some of his teeth. His hair is white but he always covers it with a beanie. He has rough facial hair on his chin and wrinkles all over his mushy skin. He also has some brown spot on his skin, but I’m not sure what it is. He walks slowly with his cane.

            He is very talkative even though he doesn’t speak clearly. I don’t talk to him much because he has problem with his ear. He talks about how he used to work as a timber cutter and a farmer in his young age and about his love story with his one and only wife that unfortunately died nine years ago, and many other interesting stories about him.

            Now, he is ninety-one, he doesn’t do much. His daughter doesn’t let him go outside at winter, but every April, she’ll let him go without being disturbed since it is the first month of the spring season and he’ll be as excited as a child that got a lollipop. He will go outside and walk around the garden, to the pig pen, stopping on his way to just look around and walk to the smokehouse to talk to his old friend, who listens to his stories too. He will talk no matter his friend listens to him or not. Then he will continue his walk, he looks at the dogwood blossoms and enjoy the spring wind on April. He’ll stop to see a butterfly on a pink flower, to see its’ beautiful blue with black and brown spot wings. He smiles and walks again.

            His one and only grandson, Louis, doesn’t talk to him very much, he’ll laugh at him when grandpa yell while he’s talking, worried that no one could hear him or even when he’s doing something. When we see grandpa walk outside, Louis mom will smile at everything he does. She will tell how strong grandpa was when he was young and she’ll drop her tears down. The terrapin is his old friend. It never wants to be touched by anybody but grandpa. When Louis tries to touch it, it will bring its’ head in to its small house, but when grandpa does, it will not.

            He’s a man full of surprises. Everyone loves him, his daughter, his grandson, even butterflies, pigs and the terrapin loves him. But what I know well, that grandpa really loves April. I hope that I could see him again walking around another April.