Final Friday Night

This is the final friday night of 2011.
I watched Never Let Me Go.
Below expectation. Maybe I didn't get into the movie that much.

So, today I went to grandpa's house in the afternoon. And after lunch, mommy bought white paint, 18 liters. So mommy actually asked us to give grandpa's house a facelift (just the exterior). Well, I didn't want to. I wanted to go home early because I had an appointment at night.
Reluctantly I tried to open the paint lid, together with mommy and grandpa. We sucked at it. Mommy and I thought we had to remove one tiny portion of the lid before we can open it, which is quite common I guess? And grandpa thought we can just open it using a lever.

We never got an answer.
By that time, mommy said be careful not to cut yourself. Then I saw drops of blood on my finger.
And we saw a huge patch of blood on grandpa's arm. He said nevermind but we would never let him do anything anymore.

My grandpa has been a strong man, not only as described by mommy but also through my eyes. His battle against his disease. He would never ask for our help whenever he needs anything, he doesn't need help in fact. Even though I didn't engage in a lot of conversations with him and I can't understand what he has been through, in my mind, he deserves my utmost respect and love.

I asked mommy, has grandpa had any injuries on his arm before. Mommy said it's just because he's old and the skin's getting fragile.

This incident is nothing to him, totally nothing. He has been through much greater challenges. Today was just another day I learnt of it.

My brother, mommy and I painted the outer wall of the house happily, with grandpa and grandma watching us from time to time. A moment I can never forget.