Real sick kind of sick.
He went for operation this morning.
I came back seeing both my grandparents sitting together staring blankly in silence, looking like they're having a hard time waiting for the time to pass.
Immediately they asked me if I know how to go to the hospital.
No matter how old you might be, you're still your parents' child.
It's so true they worry all the time, just that they don't show it so much as you grow.
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