My parents, who had to go to work, didn’t have much time to be with me. I grew up under my grandma’s care. She is smart and optimistic, and has a strong will for things she believes in. My grandma spent most of the time looking after me when I was little. I went to stores with her, and I went anywhere with her. I was grandma’s shadow.
Last week I went home to visit my grandparents. I was always happy to see my grandma. But I cried this time when she looked at my eyes and asked “Who are you?” Then, my mom told me that grandma is getting more and more confused about people or things around her. I told grandma who I was, and finally she remembered me but seemed like only “me”. She became curious about me, asking me lots of questions: How old are you? Where do you live? What did you do?...
She is now just like a little kid. But I could not look after her like she did to me when I was young, which made me feel really sad and powerless. I felt pity about this.