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ss of the weather. I was hungry, thirsty, shivering from the cold, but I bear them all. My fighting spirit was so strong that I overpowered the fatique that overwhelmed me. "Please, I need to see my grandfather. This is a matter between life and death," I was like a broken record, pleading to him the same thing everyday. He sighed looking irritated,

ss and protected like a precious gem. She had no choice but to reach out to Grandpa and begged for his forgiveness. But she failed. He refused to accept her as his daughter again. For the past twenty three years, she kept on sending him a greeting card on his birthday, to let him know that he was always in her thoughts. But still, he never forgave her. Despite everything, Mom never wanted me to hate him. I grew up hopeful that someday our family would reunite again, until the time I turned eighteen. He went to our sc

lease! Mom is very ill, she needs your help so badly!" my trembling hands on the car's glass window, "please help mom... she'll die if you won't.. I was soaking from the pouring rain, crying and begging for his mercy. But it seemed like he never heard me. The car continued to move through the gates, and I was running along with it. "We need your help Grandpa. please I beg you. I'll do anything for you, grandpa. Whatever you want.... I promise! Just help mom survive... she's dying.. The car moved faster, speeding up, and I was left there standing, staring at it until it was gone. The rain poured heavily, same with my tears. I knelt down on the ground, feeling so helpless. Later, I arrived home. I thanked our neighbor, for taking care of Mom while I was gone. Mom was getting weaker everyday. She was skin and bones already. She needed intensive palliative treatment immediately for her Stage A liver cancer. My heart felt so heavy looking at her. For years, she had worked hard for the two of us to survive. She bore every manual work available, because she was not qualified for any office job. I grew up seeing her always exhausted, not eating well, or eating unhealthy. Her bad eating habits made her sick. When I graduated high school, I worked as an all-around assistant in a fashion design and manufacturing company. I was able to help mom pay the house rent, and our daily expenses from my earnings. Our way of living improved, it became easy for both of us. Sadly, the company went bankrupt. Instead of looking for another job, me and my best friend decided to put up our own online shopping business. We were just starting it a few months ago, when we found out that Mom's health condition got worse. "Did you see him?" My mind shifted back to the present and paid attention to Mom. "Yeah, I did." Her eyes instantly lit up, "what did he say?" "I told him that you're sick, but he just ignored me," I heaved a long sigh