it. When he would play the trombone, my grandmother's eyes would sparkle and light up like fireworks on

the fourth of July. I always wished my grandmother would look at me like that but it was only my father who

could generate that look of pride. My grandmother is an amazing fan of marching bands, so watching her

son play must have been great. My father and my grandmother are the two people I adore and respect the

most in this world and all I wanted to do was make them proud.

My sophomore year in high school I joined the football team. Since I didn't play much, I got on

the special team. My parents would come to games to watch me but my grandmother would never glance at

me once. She would always be completely focused on the drum line with this look in her eyes. This look like

she had been cheated; she should have a grandson out there. A grandson who would stand out there in line

drums were kept. The room had a curious smell that I couldn't quite place. It was sort of like stale

my grandmother's face with that same look of sheer pride she used to give my father. I don't think all the

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