I don't remember how old Grandmom is this year.
I know she's eighty something.
She's been taking care of my sister, my brother and I since we were little.
Then we left home for school in America and Canada.
We had so much fun exploring the world and learning new things that we kinda left her behind, at home.
I guess we forgot that grandmom was getting older everyday.
She's been in the senior home for so many years, lying in bed all the time because she had fallen twice and her bones were so fragile.
Even though we took turn to visit her everyday, she hated her life in bed.
She's lost so much weight.
She missed the days when we were still little kids, when Grandpa was still around.
She sometimes called me by the nick name used in elementary school.
Then, she couldn't remember my name anymore.
She died last night, a week before I go home.
I can never see her again.

幹!幹!幹!幹!幹!幹!