I am sitting at the bench waiting for my grandpa to arrive we decided to have a walk after a long tiring day at the hospital. Dad's schedule of operation is depending on the day that he will wake up. "Did I make you wait longer?" Grandpa asked me as soon as he approached me. "No, Grandpa. I am good." I said and I stand up. "Are you ready for a walk or do you still want to sit and relax first?" I asked him and he smiled at me. "I am ready for the walk sweetheart." He answered and holds my hand. "Did you know? I only held your hand like this once. I think you are turning two at that time." Grandpa remembers and he looks at the street like he is remembering the old times.