My poor grandpa continued to write novels

2026-01-17 08:04

The following is a continuation of My Poor Grandpa: Grandpa dragged his disabled body, but he was still the spiritual pillar of the family. As time passed, I gradually grew up and began to understand that there was a deep and tenacious strength behind the hardships that my grandfather had endured. I often stayed by Grandpa's side and listened to his stories of the past. Although he had to stop to catch his breath after every few words, his eyes were filled with nostalgia and emotion for the past. Grandpa told me that although he was in danger when he worked in the small coal mine, he could bring a little income home every time and see that the children had food to eat. That was his greatest satisfaction. When he talked about the accident where he broke his waist, he didn't feel too sad. He only said that it was a hurdle that fate had given him and that he had to cross it. One year, there was a famine in the village and there was a shortage of food. Grandpa leaned on his crutches and asked around for something to make a living. He brought me to the mountains to look for wild vegetables and fruits. Although he was unable to move, he seemed to know every blade of grass and tree on the mountain like the back of his hand. He taught me which wild vegetables were edible and which were poisonous. At that time, I saw my grandfather's figure in the mountains and forests. It was as if he was not a disabled old man, but an omnipotent hero. However, fate always seemed to like to play tricks on people. Grandfather's health was getting worse and worse, and the illness was constantly tormenting him. In order to treat his illness, the family had spent almost all their savings. I looked at Grandpa lying on the old bed, his face pale and his heart full of pain. I wanted to do something for Grandpa, so I started to do some odd jobs in the neighboring village to earn some money to buy medicine for Grandpa. However, my grandfather's condition did not improve because of my efforts. On a cold winter night, Grandpa called me to the bedside. His hand trembled as he held my hand. His eyes were filled with love and reluctance. He said,"Child, Grandpa might have to leave. You have to be strong and take good care of yourself." Although our family is suffering, as long as we have that kind of energy, we're not afraid of anything." After saying that, Grandpa's hand slowly slid down and he closed his eyes forever. Grandpa is gone, but his spirit will always remain in my heart. I knew that I had to face every day of the future with Grandpa's tenacity and love for life. I had to let Grandpa's story become a bright light on my path of life, illuminating the direction I was going in. Read more exciting novels for free