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When I was little there was a neighbor in my building, he volunteered to be my grandpa, complete stranger, but he was a grandpa to me. I don’t even remember how he looked like, he was an old man, he used the cane for walking and wore a beret. He and his wife would take me in, they would make potato pancakes and give me candies, take me for the walks in the park, pick up seeds and grow trees on the balcony. I thought that was beautiful. That was real love
❤️ and I am so grateful for that. He apparently had problems with his own family but he was the greatest grandpa to me – a stranger from the 3rd floor.