I never thought that one day, grandma and grandpa would live in a crowded small house.
The first time I met my grandma was during the summer vacation in kindergarten. I was beaten by my mother while I was playing secretly, and my grandma bought me candy to comfort me.
The last time I saw my grandma was during the summer vacation of three years. I went out to play without an umbrella and got a fever in the middle of the night. My grandma woke me up and fed me medicine. I said something that made her sad.
When I woke up, I realized that my behavior was wrong, so I made a cake in a cake shop and apologized to my grandma.
When I was in fourth grade, I saw my mother running to the hospital all day long. She told me that my grandma was sick. In my mind, illness was nothing more than a cold and a fever. Taking medicine would make her better sooner or later.
Bad news came during the summer vacation. My grandmother passed away from illness. That summer, I was nine years old.
"I don't know how long I can stay with you."
"Until the end of my life"
"If we could go back in time to that minute"
"The moment I landed, I cried and you laughed."
[The whole text is in the first person, please don't enter if you mind]
Motto: No one can stay with us for a long time
