This is my Grandpa I call him Pop. He is the reason I am living and going to school in the city. I was a total suburbanite until "Pop" came to the rescue. Pop was born and rasied in Bridgeport while I was sheltered in Tinley Park.
One evening my family met my grandpa for dinner in Little Italy. I was in the midst of transferring schools and had no idea where I'd end up. My grandpa asked the owner if he was hiring and low and be hold I would end up working at the restaurant we were dining at a month later and still be there today (3 years later). I applied to UIC and the rest is history. It's funny how things work out. I love living downtown because I am very close with my grandpa. He takes such good care of me. He brings me fruit, peanut butter and even toilet paper for my apartment on a regular basis. He's the best. I am so lucky to have him in my life.
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