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"Love can be found in the most unexpected places."

The long, one lane road to grandpa's house was like driving on a different planet. That morning I was in New York City surrounded by tall buildings, noisy cars, thousands of fast-moving people and tons of shops and things to do. Here, however, was just a road and endless miles of nothing. A small car was driving down the empty road and soon enough it passed a sign that said "Lexville 1 mile."

"Amy, remember that you're grandfather is blind so mind your manners and help him" said Heather Reid, Dr. Spencer Reid's third child. Amy crossed her arms and huffed, she didn't want to spend her vacation before she starts college in the middle of nowhere. Her original plans involved going to Miami for partying and hanging out with friends. Then spend the rest of her summer doing nothing in the city but hang out with her friends before they go off to college. But no…her mom want her to go to live with her grandfather because she needs an "adjustment on her attitude" and "A little time without friends and her cell phone could do her some good."

Amy sighed and soon saw the small town where her grandfather lived. She never really knew him that well, even though her mother and father always talked about him. He wasn't a social man but was very kind and gentle. He used to be a FBI agent which surprised Amy. Despite that she knew almost nothing about him or her grandmother who passed away years ago. Amy's mom blames that on being in the city too much and not having time to visit because of work.

Amy looked out the window and saw several buildings. A diner, a few stores, a school, a local bar, a small playground and park, a supermarket called "Emma's food and supplies", a library, a theater, a bank, a post office and plenty more small shops. The place, in Amy's mind, was a deadbeat ghost town.

There was hardly anything there she might as well be living on the moon for goodness sake. She sank more into her seat as her mother drove passed the town and towards the widely spaced houses that were nestled in the country side. After several more minutes, her mom turned onto a driveway to a large house that had a greenhouse on the side. The house seemed nice; it had two floors and a front porch with a garden in the front of the house. Overall it looked like a well-kept house. Neat and organized.

When her mom stopped the car, they both got out and opened the trunk to get Amy's belongings.

A few moments later an elderly man opened the front door. He was tall about six foot, he had on a dark blue sweater vest with a brown long shirt under it. Tweed brown pants and miss-matched socks. His eyes were covered by dark glasses and his had a cane in his hand. His hair was grayish but it still had some brown color in it. His face had some wrinkles, mostly around the corners of his mouth, some on his brow and cheeks. Maybe a little around the eyes but his dark glasses hid them.

Gently he tapped his surroundings and proceeded down the three steps so he could greet his daughter and granddaughter.

Mom ran over to him and gave him a big hug. "Heather, it's so good to see you" said Spencer as he gently kissed her cheek. Though Spencer was blind, he has trained himself to see things out with sounds and touch. In this case the sound of his daughter's voice made him know where she was and where he cheek was. Deep down, he missed his sight and longed to be able to see color and most of all the faces of his dear children. But just hearing their voices made his heart and soul soar with happiness.

"Was the flight ok" he asked.

"Oh it was fine we made great time. Oh Amy come over and meet your grandfather."

Amy dragged her feet to stand near him. "Amy this is Grandpa Spencer, my father. I know you haven't had the chance to really get to know him but he has so many wonderful stories about his years in the FBI and I know you'll have fun her and maybe make some new friends."

Spencer smiled and lifted his hand to shake hers in a polite first greeting. Amy gave him a quick shake. "So I'm…where should I put my stuff?"

Spencer gave a soft smile, "My friend helped me put a room together for you on the top floor in your Aunt Rosie's old room before she went off to college."

They filed into the house; Heather helped him so he didn't trip. Amy gave a quiet sigh, this was going to be a long summer.

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