My paternal grandfather, also known as, 爷爷 (yé ye pronounced as “yeah, yeah”), was in love with a TV news broadcaster.
He loved gardening.
He had 8 kids, if I remember correctly. It’s complicated!
He loved children but I think he preferred little girls to little boys – he once placed one of his sons to cry it out in the garden because he was tired of hearing the wailing O_O
He loves animals too.
He was deeply in love with my grandmother – man, their love story would make you sigh and swoon if I ever wrote about it. It’s a story of true love. It’s an amazing story!
He gave me my name.
He loved to smoke cigars and we’d buy him a box of cigars every Christmas.
He was very nice to me when I was a kid. Even when I was an annoying teenager, I still liked to visit him. He was funny!
Sigh, I sure miss my grandfather…
Why do people have to grow old and die?
How about my maternal grandfather or 外公 (wài gōng)? Sadly, he died when I was about 3-4 years old.
All I know about him is that he loved to turn on the radio for me to come running. He was also the one who told my mom that she could leave me, a wee newborn, in my grandmother’s care when she went back to work.
That’s why I love my 外婆 (wài pó) so much 
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