I still remember the wrinkled-face of him in his healthy vessel. Chasing the goats to the grazing field when I trotted along with my uncle and my sister on his back.
I remember the joy to see the green wide space and the wild grass all over the place. I would run towards the grass and vanished from my grandpa's sight swallowed by the grass that was higher than me.
I remember he yelled my name with a high tone voice and I would raised my hands to show him where I was and he would barely see my hands among the tall grass.
I remember riding on the back of his bike with my legs tied by a piece of cloth to avoid my legs getting stuck between the rims and hurt myself. He would cycle slowly towards the groceries shop with me on his back while I would ask him about what I saw along the journey as a curious little toddler.
I remember when my I asked my grandpa what are those yummy-looking waffle with tasty chocolate inside it and he just took some of them handed them to me. I was saying "I didn't really ask for it, but since you wanna buy it for me, then I would gladly accept it" with a smile on my face.
How I miss those days....