It was December 24th, 2008, Christmas Eve. I was sitting and chatting with my roommates in our dorm, the telephone rang. I picked it up, it was mom. She sounded she was about to cry, she told me that my grandpa had another heart attack and he is in the hospital now. My dad already flew back to hometown and we're leaving this afternoon. Then she hang up. It was not the first time already. Two years ago, Grandpa had a heart attack which lead to a huge surgery. I don't know how bad is it this time. I am scared and have no idea what to do. My hands became cold and I sat back beside my table silently.
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