Not only were the trees memories of our past but also gifts from nature.

When Grandpa said he was going to have his dream house, he meant it.

Now, the kitchen, which used to loom large like a monster in my mind, has stopped being a daunting place.

Eyeing my uncle up and down, the man said nonchalantly, “Officer, your head is my friend. He will let me go.”

Yes, I am still on the way out of the darkness. I have to admit it’s hard, very hard.

The scar in Dad’s left hand is his pride. The scar story never fails to inspire awe in me at Dad’s bravery. It convinces me that to achieve a goal there are efforts and sacrifices to make.

I am very much afraid that Grandpa might not be able to recognise me one day. He is slipping away from us, yet there is nothing in my power to help him in any way.

Hopefully, when you grow to my age and become a senior, you will still keep a brave heart and stay as aggressive as ever.

When I was back at the flat from school later in the evening, Grandpa shared with me his discovery on the street. I could not help but feel proud of my grandfather. He was so kind and so helpful to a complete stranger. He is my idol.

There were still some flaws in his performance, but looking back on the progress he had made, I could not help but feel great admiration for the elderly gentleman. His perseverance could not have impressed me more.