Tell me about sadness in more than a thousand words

Sad things

My mother often talks about my grandpa and grandma. They are both people’s teachers and enjoy the benefits of the state-that is, they receive monthly retirement pay. Makes me proud.

However, my dearest grandfather has passed away. This matter has to start from four years ago. At that time, when I was still in kindergarten, my grandfather got a disease - bone cancer. "Cancer" is the most terrifying disease for people.

Grandpa stayed in the hospital for more than half a year, and all the expenses came from their usual frugal money; Grandpa did not know that he had cancer, and Grandpa often asked his grandmother, uncle, and mother for the pictures he had taken. Showing it to him, grandma and mother both suppressed their grief and lied to grandpa with a smile: "The doctor hasn't given the results yet, don't worry, the disease will be cured." When I was young, I didn’t know my grandpa’s condition. I only knew that he was in the hospital. Every day after I got out of kindergarten, my mother would take me to my grandpa and ask me to sing and dance to make him happy. And almost every time I watched When my mother sheds tears, her eyes are always red.

Time passed day by day, and grandpa finally did not escape the clutches of the disease. My grandfather’s death made me realize that cancer is a very terrible disease.

When I wrote about my sadness today, I had to think of the days when my grandpa was fighting against the disease. Grandpa was not only optimistic, but also always patiently taught me how to recognize the disease, regardless of his own health. Writing, recognizing clocks, counting, and drawing, my heart felt like it was stabbed deeply by a sharp sword. I really wanted to see my grandpa come back to life.

Several years have passed since this incident, and I always thought about my grandpa. I secretly made up my mind to study hard and grow up to become a doctor to cure sick people.