“Oh, Dina! How are you?” He sounds like he knows who I am

I hold the foil-covered chocolate in my palm and answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Sam Jacobowitz. I missed a call from this number earlier.”

“Hi, Grandpa! It’s Dina.” I put down the softened chocolate.

“Who?”

“Yaffa’s daughter, Dina, the one who moved to Israel last year?”

“Oh, Dina! How are you?” He sounds like he knows who I am.