My granny.

Her. Lie on e bed. Unable to eat much. Unable to move on her own. She need e maid to turn her over or even scratch for her. Lying on e bed, she look at us and all we can do is smile at her. Not even sure whether she can see it.

Her eyes. Its like there is a layer of white sheet in e eyes. All she see are blurred images. And she juz depend on listening to whose voice it is.

Her skin. Time is so cruel. Taking away what was once a young beauty and left a old skin. Dehydrated too. It looks as if it was as delicated as a tissue paper and would tear if pressure was applied to it. Bruises on her arms. Left by e cruelty of a helpful machine to cure her diabetes. But all and all, she cant feel the pain anymore. In fact, her skin felt soft and smooth.

Her legs. The muscles are gone. She can't walk. She juz collapse when left in upright position. She can't even stand.

Her children. Those who once said NO to her moving to their house to stay are crying like hell. Shedding Crocodile's tears. Asking their child to call her "ah ma" when they go over.Acting in front of her. So awful to watch. Money matters juz arised.

Worst. Her husband, older then her by 14, had passed away 50+ years ago. She is a widow.