The love of a grandfather is a mystery, here is my own personal account of mine.
When I was smaller my grandfather always beat me, it didn't matter what the problem was, he would always hit me. Even though he hit me I always got back up, in his eyes I would get up from pain and get tougher. Even though my mind said I hated him for the beatings, my mind thanks him every day for making me tough. So my message is no matter how bad things hurt stay strong.
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