He checked his pockets again. Patted them both for the hundreth time.
When the customs agent asked him if he had anything to declare, he responded no. He lied. Within his pockets were the roots to his family's fortune, and the richest foundation to watch them grow.
He walked to the exit. His driver nodded to him. As he stepped into his car, he smiled. And thought of them.


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With All My Love,
Hope
XOXOXO
Slowly but surely, each time my grandfather returned, he had enough clippings in his pockets to fill our entire grounds with the best grapes on earth.
Thank you all for finding my grandfather as charming as I did.
Hope