A wrinkled face in front of me tells the story of seventy years ago. About his career and his meeting with an Army man who asked him for a few months after his introduction. He is a grandfather I have never seen before. Only old prints of photographs can prove that I was born of a mother who has a great father and mother. Yes, my grandparents.
Her eyes did not blink while frowning, trying to remember the memories of the past that made her smile to this day. "Try to open the album", he said while showing an outdated album containing black and white photos. "These are just the remaining photographs, others somewhere, probably eaten with rats or termites," he jokes followed by a big smile that shows dentures.
