Inevitably in life everyone has a sad anniversary, and for me, too, have an anniversary that I never forget. In my second grade, my grandmother was sick. My grandmother advanced age, she is sick, the whole family everyone is worried. That day, I sat in folding the crane to the desired note she will recover from illness. On a child, every time I cry, she was the one who deceived me by folding the cranes uncle petite mother waited on. Over three days, my grandmother woke up, saw me crying, she rubs my head: - I'm good, she's fine, I do not cry! I pity said: - Grandma, she had given the child to live healthy She offline! The focus of this crane folding donated ba.Ba my nephew was beaming at the sight of cranes that my uncle gave her fold. A few days later, I heard my grandmother did not survive, I was very buon.Mac though my grandmother every beloved to the other world, will never return, but I always tell myself to learn truth well, it's good for her to be proud of her grandson cheerful, innocent, in her light.
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