My grandfather is getting old.
When I was younger, my grandfather would carry me on his shoulders, and we would go for a walk.
Now, my grandfather cannot put me on his shoulders.
He has a hard time walking, and he uses a cane.
My grandfather used to have lots of hair.
Now he is bald.
His skin doesn`t look like it used to.
It is more wrinkled.
My grandfather takes more naps than he used to.
He goes to the doctor`s, and he takes pills for his heart.
I love my grandfather very much.
I don`t like the fact that he is getting older, but my mother says that growing older is just a fact of life.
She says that we will all get older.
Sometimes my grandfather forgets things.
My mother says to be patient.
I am patient.
I try to help my grandfather as much as I can.
I sometimes go for walks with him.
I help him to walk when he has trouble.
I cheer him up if I think he might be sad.
I get things for him, and I even read to him at night.
He used to read to me when I was little.
Now his eyesight is bad, and he can`t see very well.
My grandfather tells me stories about when he was a boy.
The world was a very different place then he tells me.
His stories are interesting.
Sometimes I wish we could trade places for a day so that I would know what it felt like to be old.
My grandfather doesn`t complain.
He jokes about his old bones.
I spend a lot of time with my grandfather.
I hope that he is around for a long time.