Sometimes, a word, an action, can hurt a lot of people; and the same, a word, an action, we will lose a lot, miss a lot of ......
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< p> There are many paintings in the dusty scroll, and every painting has a story. When I open the scroll, a memory flies back to my brain, floats in my mind, and touches my heart.An action
At that time, I was only in fourth grade, still belong to a relatively ignorant time, and did not y appreciate your love for me, and happiness. Just suddenly learned that you were hospitalized, no signs, I did not expect, will be so serious disease - advanced liver cancer. A few weeks ago also busy doing woodwork, flowers you suddenly to the hospital bed, and a sleepless.
Everyone came to see you, I also came, although usually every day at home to see you, listen to your nagging me, but when these are no longer there, I began to miss. When you saw me, your pale face began to blush a little, you strenuously stood up, excited like a child with a new toy, wanting me to eat an apple. See your withered yellow hand clasped my hand, and shoved the apple into my hands, your eyes full of anticipation stared at me, hoping that I could take the apple you handed over, put it into my mouth to chew. Somehow, I was a little disgusted with you! I shook off your hand, the apple fell to the ground, your original pair of godly eyes suddenly dimmed, hands hanging awkwardly in mid-air. I said, "The air is so bad here!" And walked out of the hospital room. I saw the apple cracked, I heard your heart, also broken.
I knew you were dying, and on the day my mom sent me to stay at my great-aunt's house, I hung up the phone and asked if you could be okay, but all I heard were cries, and I heard the words coming out of my mom's efforts to calm down, and the small sobs of my aunts, which everyone was afraid to tell me. I cried that night, tears soaked the pillow, I wish I could nourish your heart.
When I came home on the weekend, I saw you, lying quietly in the crystal coffin, you died. At that moment how I wanted to say to you in the nine springs, "I'm sorry, Grandpa!"
One sentence
"Grandpa, I'm sorry!" You didn't get to see me again, and I won't be able to see you again. I still remember your pleasantries to me when it was cold: "It's cold, wear more, don't freeze." I also remember that you concentrate on counseling me to do homework, regardless of the head full of beans sweat beads in your face flow freely, until it is going to drip to my book when you slowly wipe away, but also remember that you and I have never said to each other a "I love you".
Say "I'm sorry" is now too late, but I missed the happiness you should have given me again, give me an apple, give me more and more, give me love. You also missed a lot, I call you a "grandpa", say "sorry", and be with you.
Close the scroll, I gently wiped away the teardrops dripping on the scroll, wiped away the dust, the only thing that did not erase, is my love for you.
If time can be turned back, I will definitely call you "Grandpa" again, I will not hurt you again, and I will not miss your happiness and mine.......
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