When we returned home, I freshened up and the first thing I did was go to grandfather's room. I'm really worried about him.

When I entered his room, he was on his bed, his back resting on the headboard as he read a book with his glasses on. I greeted him and he was happy to see me.

“Grandfather, how are you feeling?" My voice was laced with concern. I can see that grandfather is weak and I don't like it. I'm already fond of grandfather, I love him and I don't want anything to happen to him. He's a good man and has always been good to me.

“I'm...