As a child everyithing seemed bigger than it actually was. Even people looked like they were as tall as buildings! Or, well, maybe not quite as tall but almost! She wondered if her grandpa was thinking the same thing about her, because she was so small compared to all the people in the room. He was smiling and telling her a story about her daddy, when he was as small as she was now and she had to laugh at the images that came to her mind. Daddy was funny now, but back then he was really silly! She clapped her hands, asking for another story and grandpa laughed with her.

He remembered the times he held his son like this, next to him, talking abou everything and nothing, laughing and enjoying their time together. He remembered Marina‘s look and her fond smile whenever she found them giggling madly about the stupidest stories. Looking at his granddaughter he felt old and young at the same time. Old, because she had grown so much in such a short time (which hadn’t really been short, just felt like it) and he could still remember the day she was born, the look of pure awe and adoration on his son‘s face when he held her in his arms for the first time. But also young because he was reminded of his own child and the hours of joy that came with their birth.

Goldy jumped on the sofa and joined the little human, sitting on her lap and animating her to pet him by looking up at the both of them. The bigger human nudged her hand and she began petting him slowly, still laughing while the other human talked on and on, with his calming voice. Goldy closed his eyes, feeling warm and content, surrounded by people who cared about him and each other.