I saw my grandma again this morning. This time, she was lying in a hospital bed. Her eyes was close and hooked up to a lot of machines keeping her alive. I was in the next room, waiting for my turn to see her.

'You can go in now Ying Girl', my aunt walked in and told me, teary eyed.

I walked into the ward and laid down with my grandma on the unusually large bed. Initially she seemed unhappy to see me, but when she saw me crying, my grandma surmon her strength and put her arms around me.

I almost forgot how thin and wrinkly her skin was...it was so comforting.

She told me not to blame myself for her being that way and that it was her time to go. I really couldnt hear anything else because of my crying.