Grandson's composition 100 words for serving grandma.

"There is no dutiful son before a long bed"-the old saying is not necessarily true. In 2008, grandma was in bed with stroke and hemiplegia, and she couldn't take care of herself. Every day, my father went to grandma's house to cook for her grandparents, feed her and help her practice walking ... day after day, year after year, and so on for six years.

Probably because she has been ill for too long, grandma's temper is getting worse and worse, and she always loves to call names. And when her father feeds her, she often knocks over the bowl and slaps her father with her active right hand. But dad was never angry, and always whispered to grandma, "Eat more! What if you don't eat? " Seeing that dad is always so wronged, I don't like grandma more and more. Later, I simply stayed away from her.

That day, I was watching TV after dinner, and my father suddenly asked me to feed my grandmother. "Me?" "Yes, just you!" "no!" "Just once! Grandma has been talking about you for days. I hope you can make out with her. " Although there are 10 thousand unwilling in my heart, I still crustily skin of head and walked into grandma's room.

Grandma grinned as soon as she saw me. I saw her thin and yellow face, horizontal and vertical, deep and shallow, all traces of time, and there was no energy in her memory. When eating, grandma is like an obedient baby. Sometimes, before she has finished chewing the food in her mouth, she immediately opens her mouth when she sees the spoon that I reach out impatiently. I felt sick when I saw her mouth full of black and brown dentures. My hands were shaking, my spoon was shaking, and all the food was spilled on her. I'm afraid I can't escape a scolding. Who knows, grandma laboriously stretched out her right hand and groped for the rice to be stuffed into her mouth. Grandma smiled at me like a child, with a hint of pride. Suddenly, my eyes were hot, and the past came to my mind like a flood: when I was a child, my grandmother took me to play, held me in her arms to tell stories, and put me to sleep ... I stopped thinking about good TV programs and settled down to slowly feed them spoonfuls.

After eating the last spoonful, grandma smiled at me again. Her movable right hand held my hand for a long time. ...