The best is my dad grandpa

Once upon a time, or rather several times, this is the way my story begins when I was 6 years old, of course now I am 12 years old! and affectionately my family call me Cachito.
My mom and my grandmother tell and continue to tell about those days, when I lived with the one I loved the most, my grandfather! My grandfather was very sweet So sweet that during the day the bees and little birds were always around him! He loves cakes a lot, as he does! So one day, we decided to make a cake together, we knew it wasn't easy!
I had explained to my dad grandpa what the first steps were like, because I had seen my mom and grandma do it. So we decided to make our first cakes together, we tried several times, the first one came out skinny and deflated like an egg cake, what was the best thing I could do alone! On the second cake my grandfather had put salt instead of sugar, it was very unpleasant! But so that he would not feel sad I said very delicious grandpa! But it was actually very ugly, and the third one came out delicious and we decorated with all the sweets we had, it was so sweet that the hummingbirds, came to take some sweet from the cake. But since we were so happy that our cake came out so perfect, my grandfather decided to place birthday candles and decorate with balloons to show me that he was proud of me. But when I brought the lit cake to the table, my grandfather, made everything decorated burn and the balloons were like fireworks in the room, where we were going to share our achievement and emotions with my mom and my grandmother.
My grandfather was never discouraged, because he loves sweets and over time we learned to make cakes that everyone at home finished right away. Then my grandfather had the idea of making a two-story cake, a big chocolate cake with blackberry filling and strawberries. But I knew it was not going to be easy, because my grandfather forgot about certain things, for example he forgot to open the eggs and put in the container, he placed the salt and well here among us he did not wash his hands!
And so the years passed and one fine day, my grandfather came out with it, he got some delicious cakes, as if to suck his fingers. Then he realized that with love, effort and dedication he had learned to make very delicious cakes and above all his decoration was very beautiful. One very excited day, he was looking at all the cakes he had prepared, although for me they were like a work of art and placed them in the window of his house to see if anyone liked to see them, he was very satisfied since at last, he knew what the necessary ingredients were. What I liked most about my grandfather was that he, even though he was already old, never gave up, he was very happy to show me what he could do.
Finally, he made a farewell cake and as a surprise he had made his recipe book and gave me with great pride and show me his effort and dedication. After a few days the grandfather was very tired and could not get out of his bed, my mother had told me that my grandfather was sick, because the sweets that he liked so much had done him a lot of damage and that the birds and bees had flown with my grandfather to another place very far away. My dad grandfather had died.
Many days I have been sad, but when I see his recipe book, I feel that he is next to me and I go back to prepare the double-decker chocolate cake that he liked so much, I will go back to make many sweet and beautiful cakes and create a recipe book, just like my grandfather did for me. So it will be so that another person can see the great recipe book and so they will remember my dear and cute grandfather as well as me too.