I went back to my hometown last weekend because my grandfather was hospitalized, and I wanted to visit him. I took the Shinkansen with my older brother, and we talked quietly during the trip, thinking about our grandfather. When we arrived at the hospital, my grandfather was there, but he was lying in bed and couldn’t open his eyes. He looked weak and fragile, and I was really shocked to see him like that. I felt a deep sadness, but at the same time, I was thankful that I could be by his side, even if he couldn’t talk or recognize us. Seeing him reminded me of the times when he used to smile and tell us stories when we were little. It was painful to realize how much things had changed, but I was still glad that I could see him. I truly hope he can recover soon, and I want to visit him again as soon as possible.