There was an old woman who was always in my dream and memories--my grandma.She was the one who accompany me to grow up.I always had something to share with her after school.But the happiness life was very short.When I was second grade,8 years old,my grandma was gone forever.I remembered the night she was gone.I was sleeping,suddenly,I hear a long cough with pain.The light was turn on,taking my grandma to the hospital,left bigger brother,I,younger brother at home.After a few hours,we heard a phone call,I answered it,it tell me a very woeful news--my grandma was gone forever.Younger brother and I was crying out loud and bigger brother was crying in his room.I stopped crying after a few minute and comfort my younger brother,because I remembered that my grandma tell me to took care of everyone around me in any situation.Later,My grandfather came home,crying and holding a photo with grandma and him.All I can think is the memories between grandma and I,and if we get faster to the hospital,there might be a chance she survive.She is gone so young,70 years old.All she left me are the memories and wonderful childhood up to 8 years old. 

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