Today my grandfather turns eighty four. Well, not exactly today. Since nobody in the generation above his had ever been to school or known how to use a calendar, he doesn't know his actual birthday. He does, but according to the lunar calendar. That one actually falls some time in late May-early June. This is the birthday he put down in all his school records. It's actually a random date, but this is the day we wish him every year.
I am more attached to my grandfather than I am to my father. I just want to take this opportunity to wish him a happy, healthy life ahead.