Grandpa is really proud of me
Like really, really proud of me. He could listen to me talk about my job all day. He's so happy about what I'm doing, and how interesting it is. He always worked with his hands, and he's amazed that I'm able to "work with my mind," is what he said yesterday. I never realized he felt this way until recently, I've never had a chance to talk to him about it in so much depth. Maybe because my grandma thinks my job is immoral, so he doesn't ask me about it when she's around, now that she's in the hospital and he's eating dinner with us alone every night he talks to me more. This is a really new experience for me, I've never really felt like anyone was actually proud of me, and I usually don't believe my family when they say stuff like that but I believe him, he's not fast with words and deceiving like regular people.