This story is about a grandfather, about a grandfather and his granddaughter. About a grandfather who has a huge hole in his heart the size of a bird, the size of a forest. And about the “little bird” who understood everything correctly. About attention and awe, about tenderness. This is a story about you, the best version of you. I am not what you write about me, but you write and I will become. I’ll open the window, let the morning air into the house and my tea will never get cold again.