From the moment he was born, my son Gogol forged a special bond with his grandfather (my father-in-law). Grandpa was the first person to figure out how to put baby Gogol to sleep. Though grandpa had to go back to India when Gogol was five months old, through our frequent visits to India (and their occasional visits to the US), the bond remained as strong as ever over the last eleven years. But what happened on August 30, 2016 was truly special!
Gogol came back from school with a deep laceration under his chin when he tripped on the volleyball court while diving for the ball. His first big sports injury! We had to take him to the emergency. When we called India to share the news that Gogol got three stitches, Grandpa laughed and told us, "Ha ha, I was not going to tell you, but now it is too much of a coincidence not to tell you that I got five stitches yesterday on my chin too! I fell while cutting the branches of a tree in the garden."
Gogol came back from school with a deep laceration under his chin when he tripped on the volleyball court while diving for the ball. His first big sports injury! We had to take him to the emergency. When we called India to share the news that Gogol got three stitches, Grandpa laughed and told us, "Ha ha, I was not going to tell you, but now it is too much of a coincidence not to tell you that I got five stitches yesterday on my chin too! I fell while cutting the branches of a tree in the garden."
The 11-yr old and the 80-yr old naughty boys--two of the most gentle but toughest human beings that I know--became chin buddies across the globe! Blood is thicker than the (ocean) water that keeps them apart!
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