His face was like a statue carved from marble. However, unlike Marble, it was withered with age. Yet the light and shine still remained. His eyes twinkled with happiness whenever a grandchild would come to visit. The same eyes retained their sun when his own children came to visit; especially his youngest.
His face was like a king, scarred and weathered down from the old days. The lines and scars hid the person who he once was, but that change never inflicted harm on him, only bettering him for something more. There were laugh lines, wrinkles on his forehead, crinkles against his eyes as he lets out a hardy laugh. A very loud laugh it was.
His face wore the sun, with lesser shine and more warmth. His expressions were day and night, changing in that predictable cycle. At night, his face was peaceful. At day, his face was strained, but happy all the same.
His face was a soldier, stern and straight. That face held a certain refined sense of duty and twinkled with a sense of tension. Eyes were intelligent as they scatter about the room.
His face was Grandpa. A face normal and unchanged to his grandchildren. His face was Happiness on a very large platter.
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