A good person
A good person When I was in form one, my grandmother came to live with us. Mother said that Grandma was beginning to forget things and it was not safe for her to be alone. Ever since my grandfather passed away two years ago, Grandma seemed to have lots the desire to go on living. One the first day she arrived, I was sad to see her looking so unlike herself. She used to be so full of life. Now, she hardly spoke and was not interested in anything. Mother told my brother and me to try and make Grandma happy. There were times when she seemed like her old self. But she was like the weather sometimes sunny, sometimes glom my. One afternoon, I returned from school to find a note that said that grandma had been admitted to the hospital. I was terribly worried for Grandma. What was wrong with her? Would she die? That evening, Aunt Lina arrived from Kuantan. With her was a young Indonesian maid. Her name was Kak Yati. We went to the hospital together. I was relieved to s...