When he was 60 years old, my grandfather fell and became paralyzed. The doctor said he would never stand up again. But he didn't believe it. He started knitting sweaters, moved his fingers, practiced step by step with a cane, and finally learned to walk again. After recovering, he quit smoking and drinking, took his grandma to morning exercises and exercises every day, and lived a more energetic life than young people.
In the big yard of my house, my parents, my cousin's family, and my cousin's family live. Grandpa happily buys and cooks food every day, and in the afternoon he does his carpentry work, making small stools and carved dining tables for the children. He and his grandma grew vegetables and flowers in the yard, and also raised a litter of snow-white rabbits, giving one to each of his grandchildren.
Until that day, the neighbor's cat snuck in and the rabbits were gone. We cried together around the rabbit cage, but grandpa touched our heads: "Let's go, grandpa will take you to buy cakes." Life is bitter and sweet, he said, and the important thing is to remember the taste of sweetness.
The tricycle squeaked in the early morning, and grandpa took generations of grandchildren to school; in the evening, the music for elderly health exercises sounded on the radio on time. The woodworking shavings under the grape trellis exude the fragrance, and the aroma of food wafts from the kitchen. This is grandpa's yard - a place full of love, tenacity and life wisdom.
A story about love, tenacity and growth, dedicated to every elder who silently contributes in ordinary life.
Purpose: A story about love, tenacity and growth, dedicated to every elder who makes silent contributions in ordinary life.