My name is Kal Elise. This name was given by my grandfather, and as for his personality, according to my experience when I was young, he was not a good person.

My grandfather's name was Milan. I heard that he was extremely charismatic when he was young.


My grandmother's name is Ashley.

Sometimes I wonder why this couple, who seemed to be incompatible, can still be together until now.

Before my father was born, my grandparents divorced.


After the divorce, my grandparents did not remarry.

My grandfather did not care about my face and clung to my grandmother all day long.


Since I have memories, my grandfather has always treated my grandmother well.

Grandpa Tyson told me: Your grandfather never bowed to anyone, he was arrogant, and everyone was afraid of him.

But why do I feel that what Grandpa Tyson said is not trustworthy?

If my grandfather was that strong, why did he obediently run home like a puppy just because of a glare from my grandmother?

Moreover, have you ever met an arrogant man who could cook like a 5-star chef?

 Since I was a child, I knew that my grandfather's cooking was the best in the house, even better than the chef he invited home. 

Early in the morning, my grandfather took the dog for a walk, and when he came back, he held a bag of cooking ingredients. 

My grandfather was busy cooking in the kitchen all morning, and when my grandmother woke up, the dining table in the house was already set with hot dishes. The dishes did not need to be rich, but they had to be warm. 

My grandmother's ten fingers rarely touched water. She only touched them when watering the flowers and plants. My grandfather said that was best for her. 

I secretly asked my grandfather, he woke up early every day to cook, three meals a day, and also had to go to work. Every day was the same, I asked "Even if you work, you have to have a day off, but you don't have a day off, aren't you tired?" 

Grandfather looked at his grandmother drinking the afternoon tea he made himself, smiled like an idiot, and said: "As long as your grandmother likes it, I'm happy to do anything." He felt happiest when he could pamper her. It was best to pamper her to the skies so that Grandma would not let any other man in her eyes. That way, Grandma would not have time to leave Grandpa for the rest of her life.

In addition, there were other small things.

I only knew that grandpa pampered grandma very much, it could be described as crazy.

I always felt that Grandma was an eccentric person.

My grandpa was such a good person, he would never remarry someone else. I said these words to Grandpa, who had never been angry with me, but that day Grandpa slapped me. Grandpa said, "If you dare to talk to grandma like that again in the future, I will beat you to death. Your grandma is the best in the world. You must remember, you must take good care of Grandma in the future. It's okay if you don't take care of me, but if you don't take care of Grandma, I will chop you into porridge."

At that time, I was very sad, I felt that my grandfather was being treated unfairly.

Later, I found out that many things were going on between my grandparents.

One night, I was hungry so I got out of bed to find something to eat and passed by my grandparents' room, the door was not closed tightly so I curiously poked my head in to look. As a result, I saw a scene that shocked me.

Grandpa was holding grandma's legs and placing them on his chest.

At that time, I felt that this was very unreasonable so I ran to Dad's bedroom and asked right away: "Is grandpa a pervert? I saw him holding grandma's legs and placing them on his chest."

"Grandpa was massaging grandma's legs, her health was not good so her limbs were often cold. Grandpa felt sorry for her so he did that. If you saw it, just pretend you didn't see it, it's best not to tell your grandpa about this."

"Why?"

"Because Grandpa will punish you."

"Dad, how do you know so much?"

'It's a long story, your mother and I still have many important things to worry about."

My grandfather did not remarry, and my grandmother did not remarry either. In my childhood memories, those were the days when my grandparents were not yet married.

My grandmother was a person of few words. But every time she spoke the whole family did not dare to object.

It was not because we were afraid of my grandmother, but because my grandfather favored my grandmother. This was something everyone in the family knew.

When I was young, I did not have many emotions.

But the day I had emotions was the day my grandmother passed away.

That year, when I was 8 years old, my grandmother passed away.

It was an early spring day, as usual, my grandmother sat under the tree drinking afternoon tea made by my grandfather. My grandmother loved the armchair so much that she placed it under the tree and when she was tired, she would lie down and take a nap.


Grandpa would step forward to cover her with a blanket and wake her up at the right time.

But that day, Grandpa couldn't wake her up.

She lay on the chair, and the wind blew, making the chair sway slightly. And in the middle of the lush green carpet, she lay on the chair, just like that, passing away peacefully.

Grandma had no illness, she just left this world on a spring afternoon.

Just like that, she left Grandpa.

I will never forget a grandfather who was always strong, his old eyes filled with tears, and he knelt beside Grandma's chair and cried. I will never forget the moment Grandpa's old hands held Grandma's stiff hands. At that time, Grandpa cried like a child.