This morning, I was woke up by my mother’s phone call. She said that my grandma was sent to the rescue room through 120 for she couldn’t breath and felt asphyxiate.
I hurried got up and drove to the hospital as fast as I can. Though this is Monday morning and the traffic jam’s terrible…When I arrived at the hospital, I even stuck in the parking lot!
Finally, I got to the rescue room and saw my mother. She said my grandma was fall asleep and the vital sign’s much better than before.
I sat down and looked around the rescue room. I have a strongly feel about hope and separation in it. Besides, the fickleness of human nature is vivid here.
Hope my grandma would be much better.