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We were going to meet him again. We hadn’t seen him since we were kids. He was so mean, grouchy, and just seemed like a monster. How could a man like that be the father of someone like our dad?
Debbie and I walked slowly up the walkway. We could see the curtains move in the window; he must have been keeping an eye out for us. As we got to the door, it opened slowly.
Standing in the door was a little man, barely five feet tall.
“Debbie, Michael, it is so good to see you. It has been so long since I have seen any of my grandchildren!”
Debbie and I looked at each other and smiled. He was just a sweet old man. ‘We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time’.
“Hi Grandpa!” we said.
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