I stopped to watch my little girl busy playing in her room. In one hand was a plastic phone; in the other a toy. I listened as she was speaking to her make-believe little friend. And I'll never forget the words she said, even though it was pretend.

She said, “Suzie's in the corner because she's not been very good. She didn't listen to a word I said or do the things she should.” In the corner I saw her baby doll well dressed. It was obvious she'd been put there to sit alone and think.

My daughter continued her “conversation”, as I sat down on the floor. She said, “I'm all fed up. I just don't know what to do with her anymore. She never lets me do the things that I just have to do.”

And that day I thought a lot about making some changes in my life. As I listened to her innocent words that cut me like a knife, I hadn't been paying enough attention to what I hold most dear. I'd been caught up in responsibilities that increased throughout the year.

But now my attitude has changed, because, in my heart, I realize…I've seen the world in a different light through my little darling's eyes. So, let the cobweb（蜘蛛网）cut the corners and the children rule the floor. I'm not going to worry about keeping up with them anymore. I'm going to fill the house with memories of a child and her mother…For we have only one childhood, and we will never get another.

It was the day after Halloween when my grandmother was admitted to the hospital with the worst headache she'd ever had. While posing in our costumes the night before, we knew something was wrong, just not how wrong.

Grandma's house was the central gathering place of my family, Sunday lunches, birthday dinners, Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas—all were our traditions, with her as hostess. While my parents were busy running their small business, there were many nights when Grandma fed me and put me to bed in her spare room, until they came to get me. I spent my summers at Grandma's and I went everywhere with her. I couldn't imagine a time when she wouldn't be around me.

Then November 1, 1991 began her month-long stay in the hospital—she suffered from a rare infection called nocardia asteroides. After being born in the year of the Great Depression, living through World War II, raising three kids, and being widowed at the age of 48, Grandma never expected to live into her seventies. The infection in her brain seemed to confirm that she wasn't long for this world. But that's not the end of her story. A team of doctors successfully removed the abscess（脓肿）, and Grandma even made it into a local medical journal. Her doctor called her "the brain lady".

Grandma celebrated her 85th birthday in March this year. In the almost 23 years since her recovery, she's seen two of her four grandchildren get married and welcomed three great-grandsons. Although they damage something in her house, she loves it when my two boys come over. And while I know they make her day, seeing her love blossom for another generation makes my day too. Happy Grandparents' Day to my amazing grandmother!