Here is the first chapter:

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

Everyone hopes for miracles. But tonight I wouldn't. As with every other night in the past two months. I knew what was coming at the end of the wait. At the end of the tunnel, one of us would not stay.

The dead must go.

My father rushed us to the hospital. It was one of his tantrums again. My grandpa's tanrums reflected his daily condition. It was almost as if he were a baby once again. Reduced to hospital rags, adult diapers and minimal solid food, my grandpa still fought on. Until about a year ago.

He had lost his fighting spirit. I had lost my hero.

A friend of mine once said to me, "A hero shouldn't die away just because he loses a characteristic, right?" I pondered over this question for a while. A long while. But then I came up with and answer, and it wasn't satisfactory. And it wasn't explanatory.

I worshipped my grandpa for the fighter he was. But the man who resigned to his fate, I merely saw him as my grandfather.

Some things in life are just pathetic.

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Well that was the first chapter though. and currently working on the ninth. But I'm not sure if I'll perservere through it though.

NVM for my grandpa's sake, I'll write it to the end!!