After many years of marriage, she was reborn

Have breakfast with grandpa

I remember when I was a child, in the early morning, as soon as the sky turned pale, my grandfather would be busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

The aroma of the food wafted in the air, warm and familiar.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and saw my grandfather's kind smile, and my heart was filled with warmth.

After breakfast, my grandfather would help me carry my schoolbag, hold my hand, and walk to school together.

The streets were still deserted, with only a few pedestrians walking hurriedly.

Grandpa always walked slowly, chatting with me and paying attention to my safety.

His big hands held me tightly, giving me an endless sense of security.

When we arrived at the school gate, my grandfather would remind me again to study hard and listen to my teachers.

I nodded, then turned and walked into the school. Grandpa stood there, watching me walk farther and farther away until my figure disappeared from his sight.

At that moment, I could feel my grandfather's deep love and care for me.

Although this memory is simple, it is full of deep family affection.

It is the most precious fragment of my childhood and a permanent warm corner in my heart.

I have lived in an environment lacking parental love since I was a child.

Whenever I see other children acting coquettishly in their parents' arms, my eyes always reveal envy and longing.

I tried to hide my inner fragility with a strong appearance, but when the night was quiet, loneliness and helplessness would surge into my heart.

Without the company of my parents, I learned to be independent at an early age.

However, every detail of life makes me feel extremely sad.

I long for love, long for my father's hug and care, but this seems to be a luxury.

When I was a child, I often reunited with my parents in my dreams, but when I woke up, there was only a pillow soaked with tears.

On the road of growth, I grope forward, trying to find my own warmth and happiness.

From childhood to adulthood, I have never heard anything about my parents.

Because I know that is the memory that grandpa least wants to awaken.

Although I am full of longing and desire to have the love of my parents.

But at the same time, deep in my heart, I earnestly hope that grandpa can be happy and contented.

This emotion does not come from selfishness or filial piety, but because during my growing years, my grandfather has always been the one who silently protected me and gave me endless care and support.

He used his rough but warm hands to hold up the sky for me.

His kind and determined eyes always inspire me to move forward courageously.

Compared to the love of parents who are far away, the company of grandpa seems so real and tangible.

Every time I see a happy smile on my grandfather’s face, that sense of satisfaction seems to be able to penetrate the barrier of time and be forever engraved in the softest corner of my heart.

Therefore, no matter what challenges and difficulties life brings us, as long as we think about making grandpa happy, all our efforts become insignificant.

This is not only a responsibility, but also a bond of family affection that is deeply rooted in the heart.

I sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, my eyes somewhat empty, as if I was looking at some distant place.

Grandpa was sitting beside me, he looked a little tired, and the years had left deep marks on his face.

My grandfather was chatting with me, and his topics were always so light-hearted and cheerful that made me temporarily forget the pain in my heart.

However, whenever my grandfather mentioned my parents' names inadvertently, my heart would be hurt and my eyes would instantly dim.

But I quickly concealed my emotions, pretended that I didn't care about anything, and continued chatting with my grandfather.

But can I really not care? Deep down in my heart, everything about my parents is so important.

Their smiles, their hugs, and their company are the memories I most want to recall in my life.

However, the reality is so cruel, they left me and left an empty home.

I know that grandpa doesn't mention them because he cares about me.

But every time I hear their names, I feel an indescribable pain.

How I wish time could go back so I could return to the happy days when my parents were with me.

But I know that this is just a luxury and also the most painful memory in my grandfather's heart.

Even though my heart was filled with pain and longing, I still chose to be strong.

I have to learn to accept reality and learn to move on in the days without my parents. It’s enough to have my grandpa in my life.

I will live a good life so that grandpa will not worry about me anymore. I will also pray silently, hoping that my parents will live happily in the distance.

The morning sun shines through the window onto the dining table, and the steaming breakfast exudes an enticing aroma.

Grandpa was sitting at the table with a happy smile on his face. He was waiting for me quietly, as if time had stopped at this moment.

I walked into the kitchen and saw the sumptuous breakfast prepared by my grandfather, and my heart was filled with warmth.

That was the most familiar scene to me when I was a child, and it is still vivid in my mind today.

The expectation in my grandfather's eyes made me feel extremely happy.

I sat next to my grandfather and started to enjoy this breakfast full of love.

I could feel grandpa’s care in every bite. He looked at me silently, his eyes full of love.

This morning, my grandfather and I shared this peace and happiness.

The sun shines on us and warms the whole room. I know that such time is so precious, and I will cherish every moment with my grandfather.

After breakfast, I chatted with my grandfather for a while and shared the little things in life.

This morning, I felt the warmth of home and understood the true meaning of happiness.

This long journey with my grandfather was a precious and unforgettable experience.

Along the way, my grandfather and I walked side by side through mountains, rivers, and felt the beauty of nature.

I have seen the sea and admired the river, but more importantly, I have accompanied my grandfather every day with my heart.

Every step was filled with my grandfather's care and patience. He would take the trouble to explain the scenery and history along the way to me, giving me a deeper understanding of the world.

My grandpa’s company made me feel extremely safe, and we shared laughs and had many good times together.

During the journey, I also have a better understanding of my grandfather's wisdom and tenacity. His experiences and stories are like a thick book, which has benefited me a lot.

Now when I think back to the time I spent traveling with my grandfather, my heart is filled with warmth and gratitude.

I will cherish every moment with my grandpa and keep these beautiful memories deep in my heart.

No matter how time passes, I know that spending time with my grandpa is the most precious wealth in my life.

Baby, what are you thinking about? Why are you thinking so deeply? Is it because grandpa’s breakfast is not to your liking?

Grandpa asked with a concerned look on his face.

Grandpa, I suddenly feel super happy. It’s so happy to have you by my side!

When my grandfather heard what I said, he couldn't help but shed tears.