Isabella Correa Sarmiento
Professor Douglas Lay
1 October 2018
The Greatest Abuelo.
I do not have a lot of fantastic memories of childhood. Although my family has always been close to one another, there were no spectacular family adventures, no unique family projects, no “out of the ordinary” holidays. We ate family meals together, but most of the time the children and adults lived in different worlds. The kids went to school, did homework, and played; the adults worked. I was lucky, though. When I wanted a few of both worlds, I could always go to grandpa.
I remember everything we used to do together. Sitting on his lap, watching soccer games, walking through a park, or doing homework. One of my favorite things to do with grandpa was merely a simple life pleasure. Every afternoon after lunch, my grandpa would make a cup of coffee. When the coffee was made and he added sugar and mixed it in, I would hear the sound of the spoon hitting the glass, and I would instantly come running. Every time he made coffee, I would take the first sip, and for some odd reason, it brought me tremendous happiness. The small and uncomplicated things I did with him were the moments I cherished the most. I was not just a kid to him: I was his granddaughter. I was special, and he was special too.
There was not a day he let go by, always looking to stay active. Painting the walls, fixing the doors, and even building new toys for me and my cousin. He was a proud man, a good man, and all who knew him said so. Even if you did not know him, you would notice his strength, his patience, his self-esteem.
He always worked hard so he could...