Artwork description: Summer days in the countryside, my grandfather sits beside me at the small wooden table, telling once more the stories I have heard countless times before—“I restored the most important sculpture in Romania.” “I am an honorary citizen.” “Did I ever tell you the joke about the nail and the pyramid?” Beneath his words, however, a quiet sadness emerges. I am no longer his little girl, and he is no longer the engineer he once was. The table has vanished, replaced by distance, bridged only through a phone call every few months. What remains is the echo of those stories, and the hope that the pride he carries for his little girl might be enough to repay the absence. So, grandpa—give it time, let me rise.