One of the Most Precious Gifts

My two eldest grandchildren race to accompany me on my walking in this beautiful expanse. In these days in which I have known the country, sometimes, the four seasons of the year could pass in a single hour. Days ago, when I left the house, it was springtime. In a few minutes it turned into summertime. In a matter of minutes, the "summer season" came to an end, and the weather turned into autumnal, then it began to thunder and rain. My little companion, who leaps with excitement at the mention that we shall walk, does not take long before he gives in to weariness. He walks, then begins to complain about fatigue (or cold). He expects you to carry him. You suggest that we walk home; he reluctantly accepts. As for his older sister, she accompanies you on one condition: "only half an hour”. The little one has grown into a big girl in many things, among which is: making you aware that she is responsible for making you happy, and in talking to you like adults. My eldest granddaughter has made me feel her friendship since many years. This is one of the most precious gifts.