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In my grandparents' house, in the middle of the living room, there is my grandfather´s couch. What is really great about this couch, is that it is a reclining couch. That couch was the place used by my grandfather to have some rest. I remember that, no matter if it was Christmas, a birthday, New Year´s eve, or any kind of celebration, my grandfather was always sat there. He suffered a stroke 10 years ago, as a consequence of that stroke, he got paralyzed from part of his left arm and hand. The doctor advice him to rest, that was the reason why they bought that couch. He was a lovely person, he always behaved in a lovely way with his grandsons, even knowing about his condition, he never refused to load one of my little cousins or to make a funny joke with all family. He was almost always sitting there, but when he was not, I always took advantage from the occasion and I sat on the couch. Sitting on that couch was, for his grandsons, the greatest achievement we could reach in that house, it was like if a simple plebeian could sit at the king´s throne. His favorite grandson, though he never said it explicitly, was me. When I was at his house, he always called me and begun to tell me any kind of stories, always sat on his couch, and there I was, sitting beside him in a chair and listening carefully. His stories were about everything, about his childhood adventures, his school adventures, but his favorite subject was about Mexico´s history. Being near of that couch was like if waterfall of knowledge could reach you, he always had a different story and every day was something new to learn from him. He was a brilliant man, he was a elementary school teacher with a master degree in Math, on exams weeks he used to call me so I could help him to check all the exams. We used to spent a couple of hours checking exams, and the best of all that was that he always let me sit on his couch as a prize. My grandfather passed away 5 years ago, I won´t never forget that morning, when I felt a chill around my body, after that my mother came inside my room and somehow I guessed what she was going to tell me. I felt broken inside, I stood in my bed without doing anything for almost 2 hours, just thinking about him. When we arrived to his house, the first thing that I did was sit on his couch and feel as he was still there, of course he was not, but being on his couch was some kind of relief on that moments. Until today, the reclining couch stills there, in the center of the living room, waiting for the grandsons of its first owner to sit down on it.