I have a memory, it pops up whenever we break open a fresh coconut.
Its vague, more of a snapshot of a moment frozen forever in time.
And its my grandpa.Cracking open a coconut for his grandkids.
Because he loved us.
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awww I remember your grandpa! :)
Sometimes I am so jealous. I never got to know either grandpas.
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