“How can we turn that frown upside down?” Grandfather asked the young boy with his right hand extended before him. In it was a red candy-stick. The boy immediately smiled as he grabbed the sweet.
It was incidents like this that had remained imprinted in memory.
Like a hot beverage to soothe a bleeding soul. Or a tight hug from a person you loved to make the troubles go away.
It was even excursions for camping in the mountains to clear your head.
Eventually, he realised it was not the things themselves that mattered. It was the acts of kindness.
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