It's been 2 weeks since her fall, after spending a week laying helplessly in the hospital, she is finally back at home. We all thought she would feel more at ease being at home, and not in the cold, white hospital ward - but we are not entirely right. At times, she couldn't recognize the house, and asked to go home. That's when Grandpa will hold her hands, and tell her patiently that this is her house, and her bed.
Watching from aside, I'm overwhelmed with emotions - it was cute to see her say the most random things, it was a heart warming scene to see my grandpa talking to her softly, and finally, it was sad to see my grandma acting like a child. Nevertheless, I am thankful that we didn't lose her, I am thankful that she could still walk and talk like a normal person.
I'm praying each day, for her to be back to normal, to be the superwoman I once knew.
Watching from aside, I'm overwhelmed with emotions - it was cute to see her say the most random things, it was a heart warming scene to see my grandpa talking to her softly, and finally, it was sad to see my grandma acting like a child. Nevertheless, I am thankful that we didn't lose her, I am thankful that she could still walk and talk like a normal person.
I'm praying each day, for her to be back to normal, to be the superwoman I once knew.
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