Visiting Grandpa

In the ward, the sun just shone through the east window. Come in, bed. On the bed, the old man who was in his twilight years had an oxygen tube inserted into his nostrils. His hair was white, and there were many old spots on his waxy yellow skin. On the back of his bony hand, there was a needle inserted into the back, sticking to the tape.

The dark suit made him look even deeper. He did not wear a tie and the collar of his white shirt loosened three buttons. He stood at the end of the bed and stared at the bed with his bloodshot eyes. The old man on the bed.

Images flashed in his mind. He did not move, and his face was expressionless. His hands naturally hung by the seams of his pants.

After an unknown period of time, in the hospital bed. . . The old man on the bed had some movements. The old man slowly opened his eyes and saw his drunk and loving grandson standing straight opposite him.

"Cough cough. . . "