Onions

"Those will make you cry."

Grandpa didn't know where the refrigerator was today. But Grandpa knows what makes me cry.

I always seem to be saying good night to him while he's eating dinner. He always eats late. I guess all those years of late night gigs have ruined him for regular dining hours.

Grandpa always kisses me with a mouthful of food. Tonight I got onions in my kiss, the ones I was cutting up earlier. Grandpa never liked onions, but he doesn't notice them anymore.

I wonder if I'll ever be like that, if I'll ever stop noticing the things that make me cry.