The bird called

"Hey, hey..."
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Five months ago, my grandfather passed away.
When I first received the message, I suddenly stumbled. No tears, no pain in my heart. Some are just... helpless.
Arrived at the sanatorium where his grandfather died, looking at the body of his grandfather. The original tall figure seems to have shrunk overnight. Become skinny. It seems that there is no muscle in the body. The crumpled skin seems to stick to the skeleton. Skinny is not like it.
boom--
The belief that originally supported me collapsed.
How could this be? !
Lying in bed at night, my heart, once again recalled what happened once:
"Come, Ying Ying, eat." "No! I don't want you to!"
3 years later...
"Ying Ying, is the exam well?" "Hey, don't take care of me!"
It’s been another three years...
"Cough everyone, go back..."
So many years, from the moment I was born, my grandfather took care of me all the time. I brought me big since I was young, but I have never treated him well. This can't be said.
But this is the case. I was a foreigner, and on the day of the funeral, I saw the body of my grandfather again. The thoughts in my heart keep rising and falling. From a young age, gradually gradually, to the present.
The process of growing up is really indispensable to the support of the grandfather. I am doing this, should I? !
Grandpa, sorry, I am wrong. Really, I am wrong. I know that it is too late and too late, but I really want to say another thing: "Grandpa, sorry!"
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After returning to my grandfather, I was sitting by the window alone, looking out at the tree outside, the bird and his relatives were together, and it was fun. Really, I regret it, hate myself.
Heart, it hurts so much...
"Hey, hey..."
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The bird called

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