My best friend is my grandpa. It is he who helps me in the good and bad time. It is curious because my grandpa, is not like any other grandpa. We share like if we were two young people full of life; I like his energy. He was like my father since was a girl, because my biological father died. It was a very hard blow, but with the time the wound healed I still love him as if he were alive. My grandpa is the light of my eyes, my love, my worship, he is the one I fully trusted and knew that le was never fail me. He was always there for me le offered a shoulder going to cry. He was the friend no one would ever want to lose. I loved him from the bottom of my soul.