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My grandfather's hat
I can remember how my grandfather used to wear always a hat. Every time he had to go out, every time he had to get up of the bed and every time he had to go to the front door, he needed to wear his hat first. Formal parties or informal parties there he was with his hat (I must say it includes proms). He used to take off his hat for me to give him a kiss on his bold head, instead of his cheek to say hello to him. Whenever I was on his bedroom I could see his very own hats, and I must say they always looked the same model to me. The reason of using hat could be that he was bold or he was cold, but no matter what, he needed a hat right on his head. One day I took his hat off his head and he freaked out, he did not wanted to be seen without his hat, the reason for that may be because he wanted to look good or he was ashamed of his funny head. The few times I can recall of him without a hat were when he was about to sleep, when he got ill and he went to the hospital and when he was on Church. I can still remember that he was a man that enjoyed making jokes and when I was sitting next to him he used to make that typical joke of touching me in the shoulder to make me to turn but in the opposite side and when I knew it was him, he always turned his face away and I could see the entire hat in front of me. Whenever he went to his own business and a client came in he lifted his hat a few inches from his head and he nodded with a cute, kind old man smile. He was interested start each day early to seize it. When we were visiting the family, each morning I was awake I saw my grandfather hats above the car. He always arrived, no matter how the days was going to be, he wake up early to fetch us some milk and bread to start the day with a sweet taste of his happiness. After my grandfather’s dead my dad took on his hat as a reminder of him. Every time I see my grandfather’s hat on my parent’s dressing room I can see his face on my mind.
