I have a grandmother who lives in town. As a child, my parents took me there at the slightest opportunity. In the house next door there were some grandparents who had a grandson four years older than me: he took care of me when nobody noticed me. When I was 3 years old, I was healing my knee wounds. At 5, he taught me to read. When I turned 10, I protected myself from the rest of the boys. When I turned 15, I came to town and he was in the army, it was the longest summer of my life. At 17, she helped me overcome the death of my friend. At 19, he got me out of a depression. Now I am 24 and he is 28 years old. Now she is my husband.
