Grandma's face is so sunken and shrivelled up like a prune. I had no idea she was already wheelchair bound until today. She's all skin and bones, and she shakes her head at a constant rate of three shakes every two minutes. Think she's lost all hope. She just sits on her wheelchair silently, or lies in bed wondering what's going to happen the next day and all her six children with the exception of my mother visits her only once a week despite knowing the fact that she hasn't got long. Mom feels sad for her and i feel the agony when she talks to grandma. My mother is another stubborn bull who wouldn't accept the fact that grandma's time is soon going to be up. I now wish i knew how to speak hokkien because i can't even communicate with grandma. But sometimes, old people just want the younger generation to be there. You don't have to talk, your presence is all they ask for, and can hope to expect from us. I wish there was something i could do.