“This may sound horrible, because he was my grandfather. But I can't say I am not happy to hear that. We are all better off with him gone.” I said, and I really mean it. A tiny part of me feels sad for the grandfather I had wished he could be. But luckily, the grandfather I grew up with showed me what the love of a grandfather should feel like.
Frank loved me even though I was not flesh of his flesh, or blood of his blood. I think that is why I can so easily love my friends as if they were my family. Leon, on the other hand, was nothing but a sick individual and not worthy of being called a grandfather.
“Are you okay? You are very quiet.” Zander asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I actually am. I was just thinking how lucky I was to have had Frank in my life. He showed me what a
