My home h**e a better, she is my mothers grandmother, a 97 - year - old, has been living in the center of the NingXi endowment, client care. Our family is going to go and see her. Along the way, I wonder: how old is she?
We came to the pension center, I saw many sunshine old man sitting in the courtyard, small eyes staring at us. Mom took me to a wheelchair, necking, cried: grandma! We came back to see you! I carefully looked at my grandma, she with white hair and wrinkled face, staring at us and smiling, pale hand pull me, uttered not dumb clearly in mouth: who are you? I, with a smile sweetly said: I am too grandma, you dont know me? How are you now? Good! Good! I eat well, live well! Health! Her with the w**e, proudly said, you dont h**e to worry about me.
I heard that too grandma compared to previous years, although the ear also very spirit, but the life cannot provide for oneself, want to rely on a wheelchair step the progenies, speak also some hard, still couldnt figure it out to see who she is. Every time someone come, she always pulls people chat, total want to come up with something to eat, to make the others eat, more and more like a naive child.
While they are in chat, I looked the yard of the other old men, some of them in the chat, some in silence in the sunshine, smiling looking at us. I think: if they miss their loved ones in? I hurriedly bring fruit among them to eat. They were very polite dodgery, eat up satisfactorily.
The setting sun is going to down the mountain, we reluctantly bade farewell, too grandma, we come to see you again next time. I said. Well, come again next time. Too grandma SOB to say. With his sleeves secretly wiped the tears is eyeful. Our heart suddenly hard up, determined to more time to accompany her next time.