They had a little more to worry about their health condition, and nothing more to be frightened about, that is all. One day, my boyfriend had to leave for another country where he had to stay three months. I was alone, at home, and his grandfather moved in with me because he had a heart condition. He was very sick and could not even climb the stairs by himself anymore. In a very short time, he and the other grandfather of them left us. The only grandparent left was his grandmother who moved in with me. After her husband's death she changed completely. She was totally depending on people around her. She couldn't dare to do anything by herself anymore, even if physically she was still all right. Now I was beginning to see the big picture. I hated everything. I hated old age. I hated the situation, I hated...
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