The grandmother was eagerly waiting for her grandson’s arrival.
He sat down next to her as she was taking out the hot panini sandwich she had for him in her purse.
She then watched him eat it with that look of love that only grandmothers can bestow (the one that assures you that their grandchild is a gift to humanity).
She then took out a napkin from her purse and handed it to him so he could wipe his mouth.
The grandson is my age.
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