About a week ago we took a trip to visit my grandma's sister. We arrive on a farm and my dad turns to his sister: "Hey, you shouldn't go first, you always cry, I'll go first."
And so my dad is the first one to walk to the house, and seeing a stranger but feeling that it is family, my grandma's sister starts crying. My dad, seeing tears in her eyes, also starts crying. My aunt, eventually starts crying. It seems like the plan did not work.
The afternoon was filled with reminiscing and tears of joy. She is frail and has vision problems, my dad lends her his glasses to see if she can see better - she can, so we plan to find her some glasses (but with heavier prescription).
It's a short story but just think of warmth in your heart - that is what I felt all day long.
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