“One of the saddest moments in our lives is when the door of our grandparents’ house closes forever. Once that door is closed there will be no more happy afternoons with uncles, cousins, nephews, parents, brothers and sisters. Do you remember this? There was no need to go to the restaurant on Sunday. Were going to grandparents house.
At Christmas grandma used to drill ozone with her fries while grandpa was busy roasting by burning the chimney punctually. The table was very long and was mounted in the bigger room.
Now the house is closed and there is only dust left. A sign that is sold. Nobody wants that house. She is an old one. It's going to be remodeled. It's too expensive. Caxxo do you know how much your grandparents’ house is worth. Grandparents house has no value.
And so the years go by. There are no more gifts to unwrap. Omelette to eat. Vegetables to be cleaned. When our grandparents house closed we found ourselves adults not realizing when we stopped being children. Of course for grandparents we will always be small and defenseless. Always. Grandparents always had their coffee ready. The pasta. The wine. The Candy.
Then it all ends. There are no more songs. You don't make homemade pasta anymore. Grandma won't fry chips anymore and I won't be able to sneak them out of the oven anymore. You left too soon, damn. I wanted to make the salsa again. The Myrtle.
The chit chat. And the liquor to boot. I still wanted to stack wood with you grandpa, actually thanks for teaching me. And thank you for the life lessons. And out on the country. And about the gardening. Now when I pass by I look at that house and it always gets a habit to park. And to throw down the bell. And to hear my grandmother scream that pig Judas is not the way. I'm sorry grandma.
I won't ring the bell no more. When I think about you again, like now, I will sing a song.
Grandpa's favorite. A love so big. ” -Antonio Cotardo
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