On Sunday morning, Mother took me to the City Hospital on a visit to my gran. She sank into a coma in April. I have been to see her six times since her hospitalisation.

Since Gran woke up, she has been improving, albeit painfully slowly. She can recognise people now. When she fell into a coma, according to the doctors, the chance was slim that she would regain her consciousness. To everyone’s amazement, there came a day when the grey-haired lady finally opened her eyes and smiled.

As I was stepping into the ward on Sunday, she grinned. After I took off my glasses, she recognised me and cried like a baby.

Having been transferred from her former ward to the rehab floor, Gran can sit back on a chair. Although she still cannot talk, she is able to make facial expressions.

My aunt, who has been caring for her, came to comfort her when she heard her mother crying uncontrollably. My aunt tried to soothe Gran. After a while, she became quiet and stared at me.

Gran is 78 this year. I am afraid that she might feel she has become a burden to the family. I will promise Gran that whatever difficulties we might meet, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will never give up on her. I hope that she can keep making progress until I have graduated from high school. Then I could take the time to share my life stories with her, just as she related hers to me when I was a child.

May Gran bounce back to her normal self sooner. I pray for her every day.