Grandma has returned, but the situation is not as rosy as I thought. The first ten days were fine, but then I found out that she had to be supported by a stool when she walked.

Moreover, she cried out in pain again......

Later, her father and uncle drove her to the hospital again in a tractor, and this time she really didn't get better......

What is a baby goat, I don't understand...... And what lung cancer is, I don't understand......

Dad started borrowing money from all over again, and sent her to the hospital again and again...... He used all kinds of methods, regular, informal, remedies, and goddesses......

A lot of money was spent, but grandma's health deteriorated day by day, until finally she even needed help to get out of bed.

Our thatched hut was too damp, and after my father discussed it with my grandfather and uncle, they agreed that my grandmother and I would sleep in my grandfather's house.

But grandma always shouted because of the pain every night. Grandpa began to annoy her, and she had to be helped every time she urinated and defecated at night, and grandpa was even more annoyed.

He started to breathe out on me, saying that I slept like a dead pig and couldn't help at all. Later, my grandmother asked my father to buy her a sitting urinal and put it at the head of her bed.

In this way, she doesn't have to be helped outside every time.

But even so, my grandfather was still very annoyed, and many times he pretended not to hear her cries, until I was awakened.

I asked her what was wrong, and she told me she wanted to relieve her hands, or was thirsty or something. I'll get out of bed and get it for her. I began to remind myself to wake up at night, not to sleep like a dead pig.

But it was winter, and after waking up a few times, I had a cold.

I started coughing, because my grandfather and I were sleeping on a wire bed, so when I coughed on the bed, there was a lot of movement, and my grandfather didn't let me cough because he thought I was annoying. I had to endure it desperately, and when I couldn't help it, I coughed quietly.

Dad had to go out to work during the day, while Grandpa and Uncle went out to play cards after dinner and were basically not at home.

And I'm going to school, and I'm happy that it's close to my home. It takes only five minutes to run back and forth. So, every time I had a break, I would run back to her and ask her if she wanted to go to the toilet or drink water, and then run back to class.

When my grandmother saw me like this, she told me not to come back every time, just come back once in two classes.

I nodded in agreement.

I've been in the first grade, and my grandmother has been sick for more than half a year. Not only is it not getting better, it's getting worse day by day.

She couldn't get out of bed anymore and lay in bed every day. Every time I came back from the hospital, I always felt that her illness had worsened again.

She cried out in pain all the time, but she had to endure it desperately. I don't know if she had enough of it, but she told me on her day off that day to let me go out and play for a while.

I said I wasn't going, and she insisted on me. I thought it was strange, but I followed her words and went to the neighbor's house in front of me to play for a while.

In less than ten minutes, I was back. Then I saw her holding a stool with a rope, and I asked her what she was doing, and she said to tie the sheep. I said I didn't need you to tie it, and I took her rope.

I'm not stupid, I know what she wants to do, but I don't dare think so. Later, when my dad came back, I told him.

I can't remember my father's expression at that time, I guess he must be uncomfortable, right?

When I was in class on Monday, I always felt uneasy, I calculated the time, and my grandfather basically went out at about eight o'clock. I was just halfway through my first class, and I don't know why I suddenly raised my hand at that point.

I told the teacher that I had a stomachache and wanted to go to the toilet. The teacher agreed, and I flew home.

When I got home, she was already closing the door with a rope, and I pushed the door open, although she was an adult, but because she was sick, she didn't have any energy at all.

I snatched the rope from her hand and cried and asked her what she was doing.

"You're not trying to tie the sheep at all!" After a long time, I still vividly remember how sad I cried at that time, and how scared I was in my heart.

Grandma also cried, and I know that she is not crying the same as mine, and the most is helplessness and self-blame. She said, "Grandma, grandma is really fed up!" You also saw how annoying your grandfather and your uncle were, and I didn't want to annoy me, but I hurt! Your dad still has to work every day, and I don't know how much money he spent to see it, when will he be able to pay it back alone? I had to see the disease at first, because I thought I should be able to see it, you are still so young, I want to hurt you for two more years! But now, not only did the illness not get better, but also dragged down a large family......"

I just cried, I just didn't want to let go, I don't know how long it took for my grandmother to let me go back to class, I shook my head until she promised not to die again.