A colorful tale – I

Grandfather sat in his rocking chair by the fireplace. He seemed absentminded. More absentminded than usual, if that is even possible. Since I can remember, he lives a withdrawn life. Growing up without a father or a mother, living and being raised by my grandparents was already difficult for me. It was even more difficult feeling a disconnect between my grandfather and myself. When I tried to ask my grandma, if I did something wrong he just shook her head, embraced me and said, “give him time”. But she also didn’t want to explain what it was about.

Continue reading “A colorful tale – I”

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑