"Now tell me, what is your war with these epics."
My grandfather repeated the question one more time after my silence.
He noticed the expression on my face, he posed this question again as if he knew I hadn't heard him.
"Lezlie?"
Of course, I hadn't heard of him, and I most wanted the questions in my mind to find answers.
I was going to tell him directly, but I was afraid that he would react in any way that would change anything. Afraid of making him upset again, or because that he could understand something else from it.
After all, the topic that we talked about with each other was already not something simple from the very beginning. It was a topic that we were both extremely sensitive about, and were afraid to talk about.
It was rather a situation where we could say something and would hurt each other.
But at the same time, it was something that we had to warn each other about.
