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My grandma lives in a relatively remote village under hills. It is a fairyland to my childhood. My parents, aunts and uncles go to see her from time to time when they are not that busy.
At her age having us around her is the happiest thing in her world. I am the apple of my grandma’s eye. She always saves some yummy food to me and shows me some precious things which she inherited from great-grandma. I always sit beside her, listening to her stories with curiosity and wonderment.
My grandma and grandpa have a bad relationship, which is due to a series of misunderstandings. Seemingly, quarrel is the only way of communication for them. My grandma wins every time, leaving my grandpa sitting crouched in a corner. Sometimes woman is unreasonable. However, I see her crying so painfully when grandpa passed away.
Old people are lonely and hopeless. When I am a junior middle school student, I often go to my grandma’s village to play with my friends. Grandma asks me to see her as frequently as possible. I promise her by nodding my head heavily. Time is cruel and indifferent. He swallows some of grandma’s senses. We become impatient to her. We give her material supports, ignoring mental comforts.
My grandma passed away when I am in Changsha. At that moment I am not as sorrowful as you imagine, because I knew it’s her time. But I feel regretful that I didn’t treat her well enough in her last few years. I will never forget that she is one of the people who adore me best in the world. I do believe that she lives a happy life in heaven now. |
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