My beloved grandpa ha paed away for everal year. I uffered from my naughtine every time I thought of him. It wa a ummer day, hot and tuffy. My grandpa wa eriouly ill. Mom bought a watermelon for him. But I wa o naughty at that time that I wanted to eat it alone. Mom beat me for that. But grandpa aid to her, "Let him eat. Anyway, I'm dying!" I aw mom obbing. Then my grandpa died after a couple of day. I am o regretful that I can never forgive myelf. I made up my mind to be a good boy.