He was ecstatic when he saw her the first time. Little fingers, tiny toes and a smile on her face. The moment he held her, she smiled bright looking at him and he said "Chinchini" with a twinkle in his eyes.
She definitely did not remember that moment but what she did remember was that twinkle in his eyes. How?! He had that twinkle, every single time she was infront of him and every single time she called "Khaddhajja" (grandfather with a french beard). She had grown up seeing that twinkle getting brighter and brighter. And today that he was gone, his Chinchini smiled looking at him just the way she did that first time. And those eyes twinkled looking at her. With the last kiss on his cheeks, she promised to smile at him always, because she knew that his twinkling eyes are and will always be looking at her, today, tomorrow and forever.
From here to eternity.
-Your Chinchini
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Grandpa
Short StoryA story about her eternal love. A story of the man she adored, admired and boasted about. Her Grandpa.
