My grandpa’s stories are stitched into who I am. My favorite is when he and my grandma were in another country, traveling. My grandma was ill, so my grandpa went out to look for medicine for her. He approached a random man on the street and tried to ask, “Where is the drug store?” The person recoiled, shocked, and shook his head. My grandpa approached another person and asked what he thought was the same question. The person shook his head.
My grandpa finally searched the question he had been asking. Turns out, he had been asking, “Where do I get drugs?”
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