He looks smaller than I remembered. Not just shorter, but shrunken almost… as if a great weight bore him down. I had to remind myself that the last time I'd seen him, I'd been only ten years old and three feet shorter myself.
He looks surprised. Maybe he thought I wouldn't show… or maybe he hoped that I wouldn't. Either way, he's here and I'm here; we might as well make the best of it.
I offer him a handshake, but what I really want is a hug. I guess I'm still a little boy when I'm with my grandfather.
