My name is Chalk, and yesterday, I received the news that someone at home was critically ill.
I was familiar with the number but I couldn't recall who it belonged to.
The person on the other end claimed to be a doctor and he requested that I went over as soon as possible to Number 1 People's Hospital to sign some documents.
After a brief period of shock, I remembered that this number belonged to Granny.
I came from a single parent family and was raised by my grandparents until I was about five years old.
I hold almost no memories of the time before I was seven.
Grandfather died early and Granny had never been in good health.
I was sent to and fro between kindergarten and school.
There wasn't any issue during kindergarten, but in elementary school, full-time care became difficult.
Whenever I got a new form teacher, Granny would make a call to discuss care arrangements for me.
