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How do you tell your grandfather that the person he keeps asking for is you, when he wont believe you at all? How do you tell this man, who now thinks you are some hood trying to steal from him, that the grandson he keeps asking for is right in front of him? I will tell you how... you dont. You sit there and wait and hope that eventually he will see you as you and not some figment of his imagination. The worst part is he knows he is wrong and he just cant connect the dots. Or even when he does he forgets all of it a moment later and you start the whole thing again. Its frustrating for me but I know it is worse for him.