When I walk into my grandad’s house he’s always happy to see me with that excited smile on his face. He never stops that wrinkly happy smile! When I open the the old oak door, the same thing, the happy smile. He says out loud “Hi Riley!” He gives me a hug with his scratchy, itchy jacket. He always plays with his stereo with the music on one hundred volume. It’s just a little black box to me but to him it’s a magic music box and he calls it that too and he treats it like diamonds. He runs like an injured bird flapping .
By Riley T Room 4