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My grandfather was just like you. So outgoing and cool. He was the cool dude of his times . Sometimes I wish i could meet him when he was younger. He had modern thoughts people said. A revolutionary.
My grandmother, not many people knew her. She was a school teacher, a good one said her students. To me she was an angel who seldom spoke. Once in a while she'll get talkative and speak about her best days when she was a child. But she never voiced her opinions at home. I thought she was always like that.
One fine day, when i was about 12, a very old lady came to our house. My grandfather's friend she said , from America. She didn't know my grandfather had died when i was four. She came to see him and also his wife, my grandmother. My grandmother just smiled, not even trying to get up and greet. I don't really know what the lady felt, but she seemed weirded out. She said stories about how she met my grandfather and how charming he was in the army, . How she came all the way just to see him and his family. More importantly, how animatedly my grandmother used to talk, and how strongly she voiced her opinions, like how a real teacher should . This here striked me as odd. Someone I've seen my entire life, she used to be someone different, a person who had opinions. This was news for young me.
This is a story much before I was born. Before my father married my mother. After the lady left, i had to ask my grandmother, what changed.
'Your grandfather.' was her answer. There are so many things you can't ask your family . Why did she take an early retirement from her teaching job.My father , when he was small still remembers her screaming loudly at night, crying other days. Did she go insane before she became so quite. Did my grandfather, the revolutionary with modern thoughts try to change her simple mind. Did she have to deny the truths for the sake of her family . Well i hope history doesn't repeat so much.
