My grandson was standing in front me, holding his apple, and staring at the tall bookshelves behind me.
“Books”, I said.
“Books”, he said!
Oh, damn. He said books. Yes, yes, yes. This is big, of this I am certain.
Books were my cheat code to building the life that I dreamed of. Books could possibly did the same for him.
My grandson is still struggling to say Awelo (roughly translation for grandfather in my mother tongue).
The closest he gets is, Elo. And that’s a bit of a reach, but that’s what I want to hear.
Despite that, I think I’m more excited about his saying books then I would be if were to say Awelo.
