5 years ago, my grandmother was sick, we already knew that she gonna die. But we didn’t wanted it. It was a hard time for my father. Everyday he went to the hospital to visit her. He got tired everyday. He felt really bad because he was losing her mother. And I didn’t wanted to see him like that. One day we got the news that my grandmother died.That was really sad. My father’s eyes were red everyday when I saw him during that day. Before we came to America we visited to my grandmother’s grave often. And every time when we went to put flowers on her grave I see my father crying. I go to him and I give him a big hug, so he can feel that I’m with him, and I don’t want to see him like that never again.