I miss my grandfather very much. He was the one who raised me, the one with who I spent the most beautiful years of my life. He was the one who taught me to play football, the one who taught me to read and write, the one who taught me learn to play guitar and many other things. The day he died was the saddest of my life and the thought that I will never see him, kill me. He was like a father for me, and I hope that someday I will be a great grandfather as he was.
A second father
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