Grandpa gave me Aunt's diary and he told me that it's fun to read her diary as it looks like a book full of art. I take my time reading her diary every night while looking after dad. It's my third night reading her diary and tomorrow is dad's scheduled operation. I am at the page where the drawings look so gloomy and dark. "Her arts are so nice," Grandpa said and sit beside me. I face him and he handed me a cup of coffee. "Did you finish reading her diary? Grandpa?" I asked and he shook his head. "I don't have the time to read further. I got busy with work and with our falling marriage of your grandma and me." Grandpa answered and I lean my head toward him.