This summer, when I walked into my grandparents ' house with my little brother Frank, I tried not to look at Grandpa's chair anyway. It still looked the same. His blue 1 was there, as if ( 好 像 ) Grandpa was going to pull it over his legs. My cousin Jack was playing in the yard as if 2 had happened. "Let's go to catch fish!" Jack 3 the fish net from the corner, Grandpa's net.
Last summer, I was holding the net when Grandpa asked me 4 I could help him teach Frank how to play chess. I said no because I wanted to catch fish. Grandpa had been the one who'd taught us how to catch fish, but then the 5 made him stay behind.
I regretted saying no to Grandpa, and now I wouldn't have 6 to play chess with him.
When we reached the stream, we began to catch fish. Suddenly, Jack shouted, "Frank is shaking." We hadn't brought anything to keep 7 so I had to send him home.
Grandma was worried to see a wet Frank and 8 put Grandpa's blue blanket around him. As I went to the stream again to meet Jack, I looked back at Frank with that old blanket. Something seemed to 9 me at that moment. Everything was just like before, but Grandpa was gone.
I walked to Frank. "Did Grandpa teach you to play chess last summer?" I asked. "No, Grandpa was too sick then." he said, "I miss him."
"Me, too." When I said it, I knew Grandpa was never gone. What 10 us was still there. It could be the fish net. It could be the chess. It could be the blue blanket.