My grandfather Paco

Since I was born I have been a really lucky boy, I have had three parents. My grandfather Paco is not a very delicate person, he is close to be an ogre when he tries to do something, but despite of that he looked after me during my childhood with love and patience. The best two adjectives to describe him would be busy and patient. Although he needed to do all the housework on his and my home because my parents were always working, he always found a moment to go out with me telling me stories about how Torrevieja used to be. Moreover, all my friends still remember those moments when I was playing in the playground while he was running after me shouting: Antonio! Come here and eat your banana! (which was my favorite dessert). Even now, when he is too old, he continues doing every single thing for us and that is why I consider him my second father and my friend.