Tell me again about that story when you went to a far and away place, climbed mountains, crossed the oceans, and went to another continent, Grandpa.. please.
You heard it maybe a thousand times already.
Well, Grandpa, I would like to hear it a thousand times more.
Okay then, as the old man looked intensely at his Grandchild.
You were not born yet, of course, and I was quite young then.
Oh, that story is one for the books.
A friend of mine told me that story.
I thought it was you Grandpa?
Well, sometimes truth is more lovely and ever constant than fiction.
It happened a long time ago...
There were two brothers who lived in Saigon. Sad part is, the older brother died early. He left a beautiful family. The younger brother went to see his brother's son on the other side of the globe. That was the Uncle that did all those things, the traveling, and the whole nine yards.
The Grandfather narrated the story from late afternoon until evening time. They were at the balcony and the skies were glistening with myriad stars and a beautiful blue moonlight much like the paintings of Van Gogh's: because in France, the skies could be blue at times.
The two brothers look very much like each other. The older one is the Dark Knight and the younger one is a Knight of Light. His nephew is a better version as evolution could had been a definitive factor. And, he met the lovely couple.
The young Grandchild listened intently, hanging on to every uttered word like snowflakes being frozen in her mind as she enjoyed the Love Story that always kept her captivated and fascinated.
It is such an amazing story because the hero and the heroine come from different parts of the world and were destined to meet and fall and grow in love with each other.
Then, one wonderful Christmas day a baby was born.
A very special baby. And, the Grandfather winked at his Grandchild.
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