Each one of us has his greatest love. It might be our father, mother, brother, sister, riend or a special love. My greatest love is my grandmother. She was taken for granted by my other relatives but she was very special to me.
I will never forget the incident that happened to us. I was only ten then. I would have supper with her. Once, I was eating, she noticed I had no water to drink. She got the pitcher to get some water downstairs. I continued eating. Suddenly I heard something crack. Then a thud! Someone had tripped somewhere. I quickly rose to see what happened. I was so shocked to see my grandmother unconscious, her head bleeding. I called for help and then they rushed my grandmother to the hospital and I was left behind waiting for them.
When my folks came back, they said that she would be confined at the hospital for a week. She was still unconscious. After a week of confinement, my grandmother died. I cried and cried because I knew it was my fault. I did not realize that she was too old and weak to get water for me; besides, the stairway was dark.
And I found out that grandmother loved me so much. Although she’s already resting in peace, I love her until now.