Critical condition.
All we can do is pray for her.
On her 75th birthday, we told her she would live for another 20 years.
But she's lying in the hospital, unconscious.
My relatives, parents and sister are trying to talk to her...
Hoping she could hear us.
The doctor says she could but she has no expression on her face.
I'm so damn upset.
This Thursday, before I leave the house for my piano exam,
she said "good luck" to me.
I was shocked that she know English and felt really confident for the rest of the day.
I came home, she said with a broad smile on her face, "you will definitely pass."
For this whole week, I weren't at home.
She was already feeling terrible and I weren't at home to stay with her.
She was already in pain for these few days, and I never do anything.
Anything, just for her.
How I wish I could have done something to help her.
How I wish she's right here sitting in her own armchair, looking at us.
How I wish that things don't have to be in this way.
If my tears could help her in any way,
Granny, I have cried you an ocean.