My grandfather and me

Dida.. Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa's was always the best. When I was little, before we got to the door of grandma's and Grandma's apartment, my mother would always ask: "What about me, Mom, do I have to congratulate Grandpa to God?" Mother would always repeat: "birthday, name day and Christmas." Out of great desire, I would say to Dida Uvik: "I wish you all the best", Uvik would smile. The older I got, the more I preferred to sit and talk with Dida. Uvik would talk to me like an adult, listen and give advice. His "misto" at the table was the first thing I looked at when I came to Grandma's apartment. Uvik somehow expects that Dida will be there too..he gets small when she shows me her tattoos on her arms because my mother shouted that I pierced my nose... Dida..she adores us all, it could be seen in his eyes. And my mother, she always looks at her daughter especially... the story about the red lacquered boots that she bought for her has always been my favorite story about Dido. You thank me, grandpa, and you promised me that we would play on the ballot... but we didn't... I love you forever and thank you for everything!