My parents had always talked about my grandfather Siddhartha, but I had never actually had the opportunity to meet him. I had heard crazy stories of his younger years spent in India and the life he had lived. This was it though; I was finally going to meet this man that I had only imagined about. I raced home from school knowing Sid would be there awaiting my arrival to start this weekend of just me and him. I wanted to bring him to my favorite place in the world, Old Orchard Beach in Maine. I stepped into the door of my house and saw this little old man in a robe that draped over him perfectly.
“Oh my gosh, it’s so nice to meet you!” I ran over hugging him. After I let go he put his hands on my shoulders and smiled at me.
“As for you my dear, it is such a pleasure to finally meet you, I have waited such a long time for this.” We embraced in hug once again then began to pack our car for the trip up to the beach. We started our journey that night and arrived around dinner time. We ate a nice meal at a local restaurant and then went to bed early so we could get up for the sun rise. This is what I wanted him to see, what I was most excited about.
