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My grandfather it’s a man of routine, he wakes up every day at 6 am, put on his slippers and his coat and he go downstairs open the backdoor and he get out in his backyard, grab a bottle with birdseed and feed his little parrots “Blue” and “Green”, then his dog “Blackie” wakes up too and gives the “good morning” to my grandfather (he jumps very high and lick his face barking and moving his tail very fast) he enter again into the house grab two cups of dog food, and two leaves of lettuce for his turtle “Tortu”, no more no less. Then he turn on his kettle and put two tablespoons of premade-coffee and waits until his coffee it’s ready then grab again the birdseed and gets out and while he drinks his coffee he throw a few pinches of birdseed on the dirt to his “homeless birds” (that´s how he call the birds that come every morning waiting for they breakfast), after feeding his little darlings, he go upstairs and wakes up his bigger darling (his wife and my grandmother) and they put on their sport cloths and go downstairs and open the front door and the both go out and start they morning walk around the apple, after a few laps they return to their house and they go directly to the kitchen, my grandfather sit down on the chair of the kitchen table and waits until his wife finish the breakfast and as all the mornings he eats two scrambled eggs with a portion of black beans and another cup of coffee, and my grandmother accompanies him until he finish, then they go upstairs and both get a shower and at 10 o´clock my grandfather have finished all his morning tasks, they get in the car and my he take my grandma to the church to mass. Then they hang out and talk with some of their friends, and at 12 o´clock they are back at home and my grandma makes up the meal, while she is doing the meal, my grandpa turns on the stereo and then he grab the paper and start reading it while his dog sit on his legs, then my grandma tells to my grandfather that the food its ready, and they sit on the table and start eating, when he finish eating he help my grandmother and washing the plates then, they lay in his bed with my grandma and take a nap, and they took a peaceful noon watching tv or reading books while listening music of their old times, after all I think that my grandfather it´s an immortal living been, he is the most wise man I ever meet and the best father also, sometimes I think that he is not of this planet full of stupidity and rush, because he is the wisest man I know.