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I spent an entire week recovering, eating, sleeping and not doing much at all. Grandpa, who slept in father's office, just kept sitting either in the kitchen, or in the living room, observing my family the entire day, sometimes reading some of the books that filled the bookshelves around the house. For a man who worked so much, he didn't seem to get too bored by just lazing around.
That morning, I woke up in my usual, pre-accident early hours. It seemed like the food and rest had done its work. I was feeling active and energized. I quickly showered and went down for breakfast, feeling a huge appetite. Grandpa, who sat in the kitchen with one of Sam's books on insects, observed me with quiet amusement, and then decided to ruin my day.
"So your magic has recovered," he said. "Seeing yo
