I can die happy,

I got mine at 71 from a Kurdish family of nine who adopted me as their grandpa when they were accepted in Canada as refugees from Iraq in 2016.

They are neighbors, and they have fed me every day since.

I made sure to tell them that every time I eat, I think of Mushira, who cooks for me, and every time I go number two, of Jelal, who gave me and installed a bidet for me.