Story: I remember exactly when I was seven years old, in the first year of elementary school in March 2008, when I came back from school, I heard the news of my grandfather's death. It's been a long time since then, but I remember my grandfather's face looking at me with a smile, and I regret that I wasn't older than to help him do his work. We all grow old one day and need someone's help. We have worked hard to raise them. It is true that I could not hold his hands for the last time to get up, but I painted a picture of it in my imagination and drew it on paper.
