I still remember the day when my grandfather died. I was looking in his eyes and I asked; aren't these drips hurting you? He said ; no.
It was painful. The shine in his eyes and tears in my eyes. It was painful.
I still remember the day when my grandfather died. I was looking in his eyes and I asked; aren't these drips hurting you? He said ; no.
It was painful. The shine in his eyes and tears in my eyes. It was painful.