Yesterday, I received a call from an unknown number, it was from my uncle and it was to let me know that my grandma has been hospitalised for a surgery to remove some outgrow that burst. My heart was beating real fast after I ended the call... The memory of my grandpa in hospital 6 years ago gripped me cold and hard. It is only recently that my grandma has started accepting me back into her life, letting me go visit her, calling me on the phone to talk... I have just begun to do my part as her grand-daughter, I will not be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life if anything were to happen to her now... I am just not done with my part as her grand-daughter after all the ugly and complicated conflicts for the past years.

Luckily, the thing is not endangering to her life and the surgery is just a minor one. I went back to visit her again at hospital today and her surgery in the morning was very successful. Hospitals are never a place that elderly like, in fact they make them really anxious. I am thankful that this time round we were allowed more time and freedom to spend with my grandma. As the saying goes, "Time can heal all wounds". Even though the feelings between my father and his siblings are still sore and awkward, I am glad that I am able to connect well with one of my cousins at least. For now, I can only pray real hard on my own for my grandma's speedy recovery and that she will be able to go back home real soon. :)