I actually love old people (how weird), I love them, when they're not rude, and when they're super caring and tell me the same stories over and over again. When I was 7, I used to live with my grandmum and she always told me the same stories, and always, ALWAYS told me she was 100 years old. Which took me not so long to believe. I love her so much. Then one day, we moved her to my aunt's house, and it was a surprise to me, until I found out she was sick, with Alzheimers. Which broke my heart. I used to get absolutely annoyed when it comes to her, and her always telling us to stay inside when it was a perfect day and telling me to do this and that, and I feel like SHIT, because she only did that cause she cared. Now, she doesn't remember who I am. It pierced my soul, my heart, when she said "who are you?". I wanted to hide away. I regret everything I had said and done. I asked her to stop caring about me when I was about 10, and I hate myself for doing that. Not only you, but everyone else only lives once. And sometimes, we have to cherish each moment we have. I had only spent a few years with her, and I feel like I've known her since forever. I'll always love her, no matter what she has, whatever way she thinks, whatever sickness she has, whatever she does. I'll love her now matter what. I wanted to share this, cause I spent the other day taking care of her, and all she mentioned in our conversations, " the documents are..." Or "...because of the documents" and every moment I spent with her that day, made my heart fill up. I was the happiest. Love your grandparents. Please.
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