We went back to the sixth day after the grandfather went away

In 2001, I was nine years old. One day, my dad morning from the school took me back, said to take me out to play, went directly to the airport. On the plane, my dad told me that the grandfather was sick and we were going to visit him. My father said: "My grandfather may not have many days, and his greatest wish is to look at you again. Whether you are happy or not, whether you like him or not, I want you obediently, polite. Grow up a little, though still very annoying that person, but I know how to control their emotions, but also know that the death of a man should not be vicious. I promised my dad.

I only remember that it was a rainy town.

I have in accordance with the promise of obediently foreign friends to ask good, obediently wish him a speedy recovery.

I have obediently bought a bouquet of lilies placed in his ward, with a pollen of the flowers a grain of a cut off.

Grandfather took a bayberry to me to eat, I said delicious, he called to accompany his nephew to buy a lot to bring me back to the north.

I thought it would be like a TV show, "see the last side" was ramble to say a lot of words, flow a lot of tears, but the grandfather just looked at me laugh, has been laughing, very peaceful and very naive, eyes without the slightest sad And fear.

I stayed with my dad for two days. We went back to the sixth day after the grandfather went away.Until then, I went to secondary school, know the "Cultural Revolution" why, I understand that a person was hostile to the country, was abandoned by the community, not necessarily on behalf of his bad guys; a person left his wife and daughter, not necessarily on behalf of him Love them. In the times and the history of the trend, people have too much helpless; and some helpless, because the wrong misunderstanding, it becomes irreversible.

I also began to realize that all my childhood actions, what I did in the end. In his later years, I, his only blood, even ignorant to take his misfortune as a weapon, once again severely stabbed him. I was misunderstood by the state, isolated by society, and I repeated this misunderstanding and isolation; in the past forced to be scattered with his family, and now conditional reunion, but I turned him out. I desperately believe that the damage and pain I have created is even more, because I should be his family, I should be a naive child.

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