January 1st, my grandpa named Sefket arrived to California. He had a long flight coming from Bosnia, which is in Europe. I was glad to see him because I haven't seen him since the day I left Bosnia. That means that I haven't seen him in 12 years. My grandpa couldn't recognize me once he saw me. He said that he was expecting to see a skinny little boy like I was when I was 6 years old. I told him that I am 18 years old now and that people do grow and change, but I guess time went by fast and he wasn't really of aware of it. .
First I was very reserved when he arrived because I haven't really had a chance to have any kind of long conversations him since all I do when my mom calls him is ask him how he is doing. Now that he was sitting right next to me, it felt a little weird to be seeing my old and helpless grandpa. He does look older which is normal but he can barely walk. He seemed very exhausted and sick, but I guess that is why he came to visit us. He thinks that in a year or two he will not be able to do much because of his health condition, and that is why he needed to see us this year. .
This time I was really able to see all those years in him, the years of hard work, being alone, and living in fear during the war. I felt bad for him, and I still do. I wish that he could stay here with us because then I would take care of him, just like I take care of my grandma who lives here with my family and me. .
My grandpa surprised me a bit because he remembered everything my mom has told him about me. He seemed so updated, and he seemed to know a lot about a teenager's life here in California. He tried to share some advice with me, and I have to say I appreciated it a lot. It's not like I don't have my parents to talk to me, but I do like it when someone like my grandpa cares about me and the things I do. We talked about my school, my friends, cars, and life in general. It wasn't awkward anymore.
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An elderly man sat by the fire gazing into its depths, humming softly to himself. The soft sound of footsteps descending the stairs made the man look up. The sleepy grandson climbed slowly in to his grandfather's lap. "Grandpa I can't sleep, will you tell me a bedtime story?" "Of course." Gran...
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