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He shouted helplessly, but it was of no use. When I arrived, Grandpa looked as if he had seen a savior. He kept calling out, "Ning Ning, go home, Grandpa, go home."
"Grandpa, how can we go home?" I pretended to care and said, "Look at you now, all alone at home. How lonely it must be?"
"This is a nursing home; making friends here is good for you."
"If it really doesn't work out, finding a companion is also an option."
"Don't... don't..." Grandpa shook his head repeatedly, mumbling.
"Grandpa, what are you saying?" I leaned in closer, pretending I couldn't hear.
"Don't..." Grandpa struggled to say, "Go home, go... home."
"No." I shook my head and said coldly, "You can't go home."
"You should just stay here."
"But don't worry."
"I will come to see you often."
"I..." Grandpa opened his mouth as if wanting to say something more.
But in the end, he lay down weakly. I could see a hint of resentment in Grandpa's eyes. However, I didn't care.
Compared to the harm my grandfather caused me, this is just an appetizer.
In the days that followed, my grandfather lived in the nursing home every day. The caregivers treated him well, giving him baths daily. When there was nothing else to do, I would push my grandfather out for a stroll. Of course, this was for a fee. Each time we went out, the caregiver would ask me for money.
"Miss, you can't be stingy," the caregiver said casually. "Your grandfather stays cooped up in his room every day; it's not good for his health."
"Going out for a walk is beneficial," she continued. "Of course, if you think it's too expensive, I can skip the outing."
"But I can't guarantee that your grandfather won't get sick."
"Fine, let's go out," I nodded and said no more.
I didn't mind the caregiver's little schemes. After all, things that can be solved with money are not really problems. Besides, I had no intention of making things easier for my grandfather. I only occasionally took him out to let him see the outside world.
During those times, my grandfather would keep shouting, "Ning Ning, go home, Grandpa wants to go home."
"Grandpa, isn't it nice outside?" I said with a smile. "Why do you want to go home?"
"Here, you have so many friends with you and the caregiver taking care of you."
"When you go home, there will be nothing left."
"Don't... don't..."
Grandpa kept shaking his head, mumbling to himself.
That day, I pushed Grandpa outside the nursing home. The weather was nice, warm and sunny. Grandpa was sweating profusely, as if he had just been washed with water.
"Hot, hot," he kept shouting.
But I acted as if I didn't hear him and continued pushing him forward. I bought two bottles of chilled cola; I drank one and placed the other in Grandpa's lap. However, I didn't open it for him.
"Young lady, you have a really good relationship with your grandpa," someone greeted me on the way.
"Yeah," I sighed and pretended to be helpless as I said, "My grandpa and I are very close, but unfortunately, he has dementia and his mind isn't working well."
"Otherwise, he wouldn't be like this."
"By the way, do you know where we are going?"
"Where to?" the passerby asked.
"We're going to donate his body."
I sighed again, pretending to be helpless as I said, "My grandpa has dementia and is confused all day long."
"And his health isn't good either; he might pass away any day now."
"I thought that while he is still alive, we should take care of the body donation paperwork; it would be a way to benefit humanity."
"You..." The passerby widened their eyes, looking at me in disbelief, as if to say how could I be such a heartless granddaughter.
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