My Grandfather…

August 25th, 2009

… is the sweetest old man I know. He is quiet and keeps to himself, and most of the times I don’t know how to communicate with him, but I love him dearly.

I remember one time when he was sad. He told me he had been driving his tractor on a remote road. Whenever baby frogs were on the way he would stop the tractor, move the baby frog to the side of the road it was trying to get to and drive on. But he did not see one little frog until it was too late and he accidentally ran over it. He was sad all day.

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