After the chief told the old man about it, the old man involuntarily dropped the long wooden stick in his hand to the ground and took a few steps back. Up until the fall he had, and the strong impact on the ground, his face affected me most deeply, cause of the shock of the truth and how out of the water it was.
We had known each other lost. Or dead to be more clear.
Years upon years passed. Birthdays, big changes, deaths. Everything had happened, with or without each other for so long that I had even forgotten what my grandfather looked like. I was just as shocked as him, shocked about something so unbelievable could happen here.
Because my grandfather, who I thought had been dead for many years, turned out to be alive.
"Grand... pa?"
I found myself crying unwillingly.
