I am grateful for my grandparents who raised me while my parents worked. My grandmother cared for me since birth, cooking delicious meals and teaching me the value of gratitude. My grandfather faithfully picked me up from school every day, carrying my heavy bag, until his health declined. While I once took their support for granted, I now cherish the time I have with them and hope to repay their kindness as they age.
I am grateful for my grandparents who raised me while my parents worked. My grandmother cared for me since birth, cooking delicious meals and teaching me the value of gratitude. My grandfather faithfully picked me up from school every day, carrying my heavy bag, until his health declined. While I once took their support for granted, I now cherish the time I have with them and hope to repay their kindness as they age.
I am grateful for my grandparents who raised me while my parents worked. My grandmother cared for me since birth, cooking delicious meals and teaching me the value of gratitude. My grandfather faithfully picked me up from school every day, carrying my heavy bag, until his health declined. While I once took their support for granted, I now cherish the time I have with them and hope to repay their kindness as they age.
The people I want to thank most are my most beloved grandparents, why didn't I say my parents? This is because although my parents are the ones who brought me into this world, but my childhood was spent in my grandparents' house. Without their care over the past 20 years, I would not be where I am now, and they have made me what I am today. They spend the rest of their lives in their later years sacrificing for us. I was brought up by my grandparents. My parents used to work hard outside until they came home very late. It is reasonable to say that they have no time to take care of us. My mother didn't feel comfortable entrusting me to the nursery, so she left me to my grandparents to take care of me. I only see my parents in the morning when it's daytime and when it's dark, and the rest of the time I'm with my grandparents. Let's talk about my grandmother first. My grandmother is a great mother and grandmother. Since I was born, my grandmother has been helping her daughter take care of the children. My mother gave birth to me by caesarean section, the wound is deep and the recovery is slow. My grandmother couldn't bear to see her daughter work so hard and still have to take care of the children. Every time I go to my grandparents' house, I can eat all kinds of food, because my grandmother can cook anything. I think the food that my grandmother cooks is the best food in the world, and no one can compare with her. I remember that when I used to work part- time, my grandmother prepared lunch for me every day to take to work. My colleagues were so envious that I had a grandmother who was so good at cooking and prepared lunch for me every day. Because of her, I can bring different meals to work every day, and my grandmother's meals can give me strength throughout the day during my part time job. The 20th of last month was my grandmother's birthday. Although I knew she was not in the habit of celebrating her birthday, but I still ordered her a cake. Because it was her first birthday and I was not with her in Malacca, I ordered a cake for her as a small representation. Of course, she was very moved when she received the cake, because she didn't expect me to give her this little surprise although it is just a piece of cake. Every time I come home from school holidays, my grandmother will cook me a lot of food that I like to eat. And whenever I wanted to go back to Kuala Lumpur, she would stuff me pocket money and tell me to buy more food, don’t save money and don’t go hungry. / Since I was a child, my grandmother taught me to be grateful. Whether it is a big thing or a small thing, these things happened are not accidental, and I should be grateful. She is a very good-natured and gentle person who never cares about things. I have learned a lot from her. The other person I want to thank is my grandfather. As I mentioned above, my parents leave early in the morning and go back to work late at night. They don’t have time to take care of us during the day. We are all brought up by my grandparents. Since I went to kindergarten, no matter how hot or rainy the weather was, my grandfather would pick me up after school. When I was in primary school, my school bag was very heavy, and every time my grandfather helped me carry it. I remember that there was a big tree in front of the security room at the entrance of my primary school. Whenever the bell rang, I came out of the classroom and looked downstairs, and I saw my grandfather was always standing under the big tree waiting for me to finish school very early. My grandfather kept picking me up until I form two in my secondary school. When I was form three in secondary school, my grandfather had never picked me up from school again, because his eyesight was not good already, and it would be very dangerous for him to drive on the road. I remember one day when he was driving out to buy something, he accidentally hit the car in front of him. And my grandfather sometimes walks unsteadily at home, and he often falls. One day, he fell very badly, and the bottom of his thigh was seriously injured. After that, he could not move easily and could only lie on the bed. Later, after a series of body check-ups, the doctor diagnosed that my grandfather had mild Parkinson's disease. One of the symptoms of Parkinson's was difficulty in maintaining posture and balance, so why did my grandfather walk unsteadily for a period of time and then fall. Regarding my grandfather, there is one thing I have always felt guilty about. When he was able to walk well before, he often asked me to accompany him to eat Dim sum, but I didn’t want to go, I didn’t want to get up too early. Every time when I think about it, I really feel that I hate myself, and I regret it. Now I want to go with him and he cannot go anymore. He can only lie on the bed. I don't know if it's been too long to lie on the bed. I feel that my grandfather is getting more confused and his memory is getting worse. Sometimes he doesn't recognize me anymore. I'm really sad, but I also thought that it doesn't matter if he doesn't remember me, as long as he is healthy. I used to be so stupid, always looking forward to growing up faster as an adult and wanting to do a lot of things, but I didn’t realize that while I was growing up, at the same time they were getting old slowly. For who did the years stop? The answer is no. So now I just hope that they can live a long life and stay with me for a longer time, so that I can repay their kindness for taking care of me over the years. It is my blessing to have them.