My grandfather, as a child, gathered his grandchildren around under a chair and, dropping a drunken tear, said:
The kids! Don’t be upset, dad, if your dad gets upset, I’ll give you such stars, you’ll remember me for a century!
Now that I have my two, I have a low tribute to my deceased grandfather. Here, I think to go to my father for a weekend visit, let them also have a psychotherapy session after a drink. God has borrowed her.