
Grandma was very sick. She was very old, a year older than Grandma had been last year. In the living room, everyone was very anxious. Even the little 3 year old was feeling sad - he had heard the grown ups talking about Grandma.
The little 3 year old went to find Grandma in her bedroom. Grandma was in bed and had tears in her eyes.
Grandma said to the little boy, "I'm so tired."
The little boy wiped away his tears and asked, "Don't be sad, Grandma. What can I do to make you feel better?"
Grandma said, "There's nothing you can do now. I'm very sick and I'm not going to get better this time." Grandma started to weep.
The little boy hugged Grandma tightly. This was the last time he saw her. The next day Grandma died. The little boy was very sad, but he was also very brave. He was sad all that year, and anxious when he remembered Grandma.
