Missing You

I remember when my grandfather was still alive; he can’t live without a cigar on his mouth for a day. He preferred it more than cigarettes. He was not really a chain smoker, he usually just has one after dinner and he will sit in the veranda and look at the sky. That was his form of relaxation. I would usually join him and he will start telling me stories of his life. I’ve learned a lot through those talks that we had at the veranda. His teachings will forever live in me. It made me smile when I was able to chance upon cigars online yesterday. Grandpa will be so happy if he were alive. I miss you Grand Papa.

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