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I remember how my grandfather worked in his orange grove and how much he cared about it. My grandfather always worked on his grove. At day, at noon, every time of the day he was working on it. Whether it was cold or warm outside, whether it was raining or snowing, he was always worried about it and why shouldn’t him, if it was the way he spend his whole life. There were days that I couldn’t see my grandfather for he was in his orange grove. Every day he got up from bed at 4 am so he could work there, spending all the morning and part of the evening just managing his grove. He took my cousins and me there every time he could. We always arrived there and just marvel about the color of the trees and the oranges there. There were a lot of oranges. My cousins and I tried to play everywhere, since there was a lot of space. While playing, my grandfather could pay the workers, give them some instructions, and finally watch us playing. After making some tasks, my grandfather always grabbed a basket full of oranges for us. That was, I must say, the best part of going there. Even though there were some times that we couldn’t make it to the grove, so we just waited in his house, waiting the time when he arrives at home just to see him a little bit, knowing that he was too tired so he would sleep to early. He spend like 12 hours in his grove, but when orange season begins he would spend almost all the day there, trying to get the highest number of oranges as possible. That is dedication; that is hard work; that is responsibility; that is how my grandfather was and how he taught us to be. He taught us that even when things are not going well, if things are just against you; you should never back down, never surrender because for him the only way to fail something was giving up. So the orange grove represents not only a business, but also an education, a dedication, and a lifestyle. But now that my grandfather is not with us, things are different for not having how to get there. My uncles might sell it or keep it, but the memory of my grandfather will always be there, working as usual.