Bà ơi...

I still can't believe that my grandma has gone, forever.

She left us...  after a long time got sick.

But I still can't accept the truth.

I still miss her a lot, that sometimes I forget that she's not here anymore.

I didn't spend enough time to be with her in her last days. In my mind, she always was there, in her room, so everytime when I was back to my house, I usually looked in her room just to make sure that she was there. But now nobody is there, nobody is lying on that bed anymore...

I remember all the memories we had together. She was the one who raised me up, who taught me my first writing, who took me to school when my parents was busy. I remember when I was just a lil kid, every morning she woke me up, helped me to dress up tho at that time I did wish that she'd allow me to dress more beautifully. Then we went out for breakfast together, hand in hand...

Grandma, I miss you. I really really miss you. Everytime I think about you, I can't stop crying, like I am now... I can't believe that you're gone... I can't believe that now I won't ever ever have a chance to hold your hand anymore, to say hi to you anymore, to answer all of your questions about my husband, you always worried that whether he was good to me or not... 

Please God, bring her to heaven to be with you.

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