DAD DIED, WE CAN CELEBRATE, IT'S OUR APARTMENT. I HEARD THIS FROM THE ICU THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR.

Stories at Grandpa's

Dad's dead, we can celebrate. The apartment is ours. I heard it through the intensive care unit door. The voice of my eldest son, Lyonka. Twenty years ago, I went under the knife and gave him a kidney—when the doctors said he wouldn't survive. He survived. He grew up. And the first thing he did when