My Grandma

Imagine, after waking up, the usual days of my life will only know that my loved ones disappeared. About three years ago, I thought that one day in my life was a normal day and a fun night, but I never thought of losing a very important life. I should take care of my grandmother at home that day, but I chose to go out with my friends. We meet, drink, and have fun. Unfortunately, I ignored my father's worrying words.

It started in high school. I noticed my friends and I canceled the plan to go out with my grandma. All my Saturdays are reserved for my grandmother. I do not mind. Even though it seems to be very short, my grandmother is more happy than the group of high school students. "Sorry, my grandmother is making plans," it sounds like a rude excuse, but that's true. I think my relationship with my grandmother is better than that of my age. This is my age, okay, in the case of young people. If you think that we will play bingo together, we will not. But if you do, it may be interesting. My grandmother just came to me, and not only that, she also experienced the majority of what I experienced, so she gave me good advice. This is cheating as she did all this before, and she knows exactly what I should do now. My grandmother is always right.

Just like I love my grandmother, someday my mother will be my grandmother, I think they will love me. Still I love my grandmother. Whenever I play with my granddaughter, I will see my face like a little girl watching her grandmother's eyes.

One day, I went to my grandmother 's house. Everyone except my sister, grandma and I go shopping. My grandmother went to sleep, and my sister is watching TV. Then I feel that I have to eat chicken in the backyard. I went out with meals. When I ate chicken and BANG, I opened the door! Go inside. I would like to know "What is that?", But there is no wind. I hurried to open the door again and saw a black character going through the corridor and entering the lounge. It's long hair and it's all black. I was scared and chased afterwards. When I got there, I told my sister she did not believe me. Then I said, "You closed the door, she said" no. " Except my sister, I am scared, I did not tell anyone.

I do not know yet whether this is my grandmother. I saw double check again. She is wearing a blue dress like a blue dress worn by my grandmother, but it is difficult to say that this is my grandmother, it is not someone else. Her eyes are closed, her skin appears yellow, and her mouth is frowning. I looked around and saw the room where my mother and I stood. It was August, so the sun illuminates it for a year. We know where we are. It was Doane Beale & Ames, this is my grandmother who lives in the funeral home across the street. We have been to this place all the time, but this is the first time that we came here.