1 Introduction of Grandpa

Looking back,

I always like to go in this ancient house.

I like it better here, even if the house looks so antique.

I feel so safe in here.

As I open the door, the woods crack and make a very weird sound, which catches the attention of the old man.

He tries to get up and welcomes me, but his powerless old body disobeys him.

I go near him and kneel beside his chair and say "its ok grandpa you don't have to show that you are strong I know you are tired" he just smiles and taps my head.

My grandpa is so caring even if he is this old.

He still wants to do stuff old people cannot usually do, like cutting the woods behind his house, jogging in our village every five to six- thirty in the morning and cook for himself and sometimes for me.

Even if my grandpas' house is this old, it is still very appealing and the structure is so elegant.

Maybe some parts of the house show how old it is: the door always cracks every time you open and close it, some of the windows have begun to rot, rainwater always enters the kitchen through the leaking roof.

The oldest part is his bedroom since it is the only part we have not fixed up.

His house is attractive but still it is outdated.Grandpa is old but he is still attractive.

People in our neighborhood still want to talk to him and ask for his help, but grandpa can't always entertain them even if he wants to.

He is too old to do the things he normally does; he gets tired easily and get sick. Grandpa is strong but he can never hide his weakness.

Grandpa is now sleeping silently in his rocking chair; he looks so tired and worn out. I feel so sad seeing my grandpa like that; he is the beast grandpa I've ever had.

He is warm, loving, firm and straightforward to all of us. He has a way of accepting whatever comes his way with no more than a shrug. He is the grandpa we like the most: he can always make you laugh whenever you are sad, he can fix your things if you ask him to.

But one thing I know about grandpa is that he likes to make chairs for all of us. Grandpa always carves woods to make a design for our chair. He always sketches it first in his notebook and makes a design of our chair.

Then he draws it on the piece of wood and starts to carve it. Every time grandpa finishes the design, he cuts the wood and starts to make the chairs.

Grandpa's hand is so rough but we still love to hold his hand; it is the hand of the person who teaches many things. Grandpa didn't just lecture the good things; he himself practiced all of them and set an example for us.

I start to clean grandpa's house while he is still resting, I don't want him to have to go through the effort of cleaning the house. Grandpas' house is not really that dirty because he always cleans it.

Grandpas' house has seven rooms, three bathrooms and two living rooms, one for the guests when you entertain them and one for you to relax and watch TV, a kitchen and a balcony. These five rooms in grandpas' house are the rooms of my mother and her siblings.

The other two rooms are grandpa's room and the mini library. The mini library is beside grandpa's room since grandpa likes to read.

Every room has bookshelves made of wood that grandpa made himself. In grandpas' room, there is a king-sized bed, a big circular table, four ordinary wooden chairs, 2 wooden rocking chairs, two big bookshelves, a study table, two closets, a big clock behind the door and two big sliding wooden windows.

After I finished cleaning, I got to grandpa's mini library. The books there are so old that whenever you open it, the old-book smell hits you right away. The place is like grandpa himself: a little too old, with wrinkles in his face and hands, a more emphasized long nose, and tired-looking dark eyes.

His library has lots of genres of books, because grandpa reads anything even if it is not that good or too lame. He does not only talk to people that he likes but he also talks to those that don't like him. Grandpa categories his very old books to his new books.

He always remembers not only the people he met during his early age, whom he still keeps in touch with, but also the new people he wants to be friends with. At the very far end of his library where you can sit and read the books, grandpa puts our family picture in it, and he puts a photo album inside the table cabinet.

Grandpa never forgets us, even if he is in his sanctuary.

After a long time of being in his mini library, I go to the kitchen and prepare foods for him. I want to take care of him since he is tired; I want to make him feel proud of me.

I make him healthy foods to bring to him later, cause maybe in just a little bit he will be awake and will probably be hungry. After I finish preparing I hear him call for me, and I go to him bringing the foods that I have prepared. Grandpa just smiles and says, "thank you little one, don't worry after grandpa gets better I will make your favorite chicken curry".

I just smile, hug him and "whisper, "Thank you grandpa". He just kisses me in my forehead and begins to eat.