"But in the end, it's going to kill you", these simple words remind me of my grandma so much, who is now in China and 7,215 miles far from me (52). I used to complain about my grandma that she warns me incessantly, however, I find out surprisingly that I kind of miss those constant chatter. Because I am the only Child in my family, I was sort of spoiled. My grandma spent every single minute with me after her retirement. She did not allow me to go out alone after 6 pm, and she often read the crime section in our local newspaper to me when I was young as if she was telling an interest fable every night before going to bed. I remember one day my friend gave me a pocket of chocolates which looked like hoodles. As soon as she saw I eating them，she came to me and threw all the chocolates right away in the trash can.“ never ever do it again, you are just about to kill yourself," she said. Even though I was 17 already, my dear grandma was still over worried about me. She did not even let me cook for myself. I asked her several times for permission, but all she told me was, "It is very dangerous to let u use the fire and electricity." However, I still really appreciate my grandma a lot. I know it is the nature of love that makes her pay so much attention to me, the only grandchild in her family. I am lucky enough to be cared and warned.
