By the time grandfather was finished cooking in the kitchen that morning, grandmother would be up and there would always be a steaming hot meal laid out on the table. It wasn't always abundant, but it was always warm and inviting.,At that time, I already found it unbelievable. I ran to my dad's bedroom and blurted out, "Is grandpa a pervert I saw him holding grandma's feet. Does grandpa have a foot fetish",Children have never really had much of a sense of time. It wasn't until my grandmother passed away that I truly felt it.。