Grandma: I miss you. I have been praying for you. I remember the time that I spent in grandma's house. The birthday cakes of Fuzzy and me, cousins playing together, laughing, and our great-grandma sitting on a chair, smiling. I remember watching Doremon and sumo fighting in your house. I also remember that the house seems so quiet when we sit down and listen, and that must be how it is when we are not there. Don't want you to go, but if you must leave, I truly wish that there will be less suffering.
I have handed over cooking to dad these few days, and cutting vegetables and washing dishes are my job. The sun is shining again. I must leave my computer and enjoy the sunshine, the most precious commodity in winter.
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