Tears welled up when I saw my grandfather lying on the sofa today. He is so skinny now, unlike the robust and healthy man who could carry tons of groceries when I was a kid. The cancer has robbed him of his health. He can barely walk, hardly eats, stares into space while suffering in pain. It hurts me to see him like that but I don't know how to make him happy or lessen his pain.

He was always there to send me to school and fetch me after my class. He cooked for me, brought me out to play, watched "Tom & Jerry" even though he didn't like it because there was only one TV. He has aged and I never realised how much I have been neglecting him all these years. I am always occupied with school, work, friends and myself. Wake up girl, or you will regret it when he only lives in your memories.