Sunday, September 16, 2007

Journal #7

The passing of a person who was important to me is my grandmother. Because when I was a child, my grandmother lived with my family and always took care me. When I was elementary school student, my grandmother took me to school and picked me up to go home everyday. The most impressive memory was that she always asked me that are you hungry or are you tired. At that time, I was botherd by her worrying, but I realized that she really cared about me. Two years ago, she died and left us forever. However, I always remember and miss her.

1 comment:

leinster said...

Our memories are precious, aren't they?