Domino

         When you went to my Grandfathers house, you could always find in the table of the living room a game of domino already finished. Every sunday that we went to visit him we would get all the cousins together and play against him. He would love to play the game and every time he finished playing he would leave the finished game in the table until he would play again. When I was young I didn’t understand why he would leave the dominos on the table and they would last even longer there when he lost. It was not until he past away and I was playing domino that I tried to imitate him and decided to leave the game as it ended, and when I returned to play again I noticed that I could have won the game if I had played the correct hand. It was in that moment that I realized that the reason he would leave the game as it ended was so that he could be able to analyze his game every time he past by that room and he could improve his game and skills. He had a huge collection of dominos for all parts of the world, he used to buy them as he traveled. But also each year when it was his birthday his friends and family would give him dominos and he would love them. His favorite ones were ones that were custom made, they had the name of my family in the back and the place where he worked most of his life in the front. The game of domino consist of playing with 4 players and it is very common to play this game with your friends especially elder people, the work of my grandparent consisted of being a very social person and knowing a lot of people. I remember how he once told me that he had made and sealed a lot of friendships throughout his life while playing this game with them. The way that my grandfather loved to play this game made me understand how important friendship is in life and also how you should always try to improve and understand where you went wrong.

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It seems like all

It seems like all grandfathers always had a wise reason for everything they did. I really enjoyed reading this.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "