Chinny…Chin..chin

There is something heartwarming about seeing my grandfather, all of 84 holding the implet all of 5 months and letting him run his fingers through my grandpa’s luxurious beard. There is something heartwarming about my grandpa holding him, his wooden stick thrown in one side and gently removing stray hairs caught in the implets tiny fingers, all the while whispering it might not taste good. There’s something heartwarming about seeing my grandma, looking like a kid herself with no teeth, laughing at the smiling toothless implet. There’s something heartwarming about seeing my father trying to make his grandson smile as he shows the implet off to his father. Life’s little moments come not in orchestrated grandeur but in gentle waves throughout.

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