I came home today to grandpa crying. When I inquired why he was crying and excused our middle son from the room, he began to sob. He said, "I am damn lucky to have a granddaughter like you; someone who cares when my own sons don't." I tried to explain that they aren't able to, but he quickly disagreed and said they just don't want to. Truly, it's a mixture of both. Their lack of want renders them unable. I just had to stop talking at a certain point and recognize that he just needed the moment to appreciate me. He responded with a love in his eyes and a recognition of how much like him I am. He said that we should have put signs up together. I told him I am not sure how good I would have been at that. He said he would have kicked me in the ass until I was good. I told him that I don't fail at much and he agreed.
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