Grandma is like a haven in my life. Since I was a child, my grandmother loved me very much and often blamed my parents for not taking good care of me. When my brother bullied me because he was bigger than me, Grandma would always show up right away. Whenever a storm came, she would always selflessly help weather the storm. She was the one who made me realize the selflessness and greatness of love one day.
I remember that my grandmother was the first one to come to my rescue when I was fighting with my brother for toys, and she was the first one to come to me when I was crying to dry my tears and comfort me. At that time, I thought my grandmother was a part of my life, an indispensable part.
But time is cruel. Time erased the beautiful memories of my grandmother and me from my life. What is left behind is a thin photo, that is my memories and tears condensed into a photo, is the testimony of love. The grandmother in the photo is still kind and friendly, but the square border separates me from my grandmother.
I remember the year when I was nine years old, the sky was dark, like my mood at that time, the weather was a little cold, but the delay did not snow, a few snow crystals drifted down, as if deliberately foreshadowing something.
When the sun rose the next day, the sky seemed more overcast, as if there was another hint of coolness, when I followed my mother to the house, only to find that my grandmother had disappeared, and at that time I naively said, "Mom, where is Grandma?" Mom heard this and murmured, "Jiyu, you will never see your grandmother again." My tears immediately flowed out of my eyes, I violently ran out of the yard but suddenly realized that it was pouring snow in the sky, I looked up at the sky and shouted, "Milk - Milk!" In the black sky I seem to see my grandmother's former figure.