Perhaps these three words can only be spoken to myself, because when you tilt your head up to stop your tears from falling, you've already lost.
"Grandfather and Grandmother, I actually understand now why my parents hated you so much, and I also understand why you made him so sad. Sometimes, I would see him hiding in a corner, secretly wiping away tears, and it leaves me incredibly disappointed, watching him cry time and again, while I just stand by helplessly. I truly can't bear to see such things, longing desperately for him to live a happy life. When he was hospitalized, I felt truly despairing. The one who doted on me the most was admitted, and perhaps I would never feel his love for me again."
