I want to write a parting word with my little grandson, and I want to talk about it in a bad mood.

Kiss my baby, I'm used to your happiness wrapped around my knees, and I'm used to watching you cry and smile. I am used to being busy for you, playing with you, telling you stories before going to bed, and often tucking you in at night. I am used to taking you out to show off. This is my lovely little grandson. I don't want you to leave. How quiet a room like that would be. And a lot less fun. Dear baby, I wish you a healthy and happy growth and a carefree life.