Writer's Block: Father nature

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Father:

We [the family] were walking into a store together. My sister and I were holding our mom's hands and dad was walking by himself in front. I let go of mom's and ran and grabbed his hand. We were so little, it was huge. I was glad cause then there wasn't anyone going alone. We all had someone to hold a hand.

Grandfather:

Sitting on the marble steps of his house for countless summers listening to the police radio and sneaking him beers.