In my family, the person I love the most is my grandmother. She is the person close to me, taking care of me since I was born. She lulled me with gentle lullabies.

My grandmother is old this year, her hair has become pale because she has been combing with time. Her face was plump, beautiful, and he looked gentle and kind. The high forehead has many wrinkles. I think every wrinkle on her face is a long series of hardships. Her eyes are no longer pure, but those eyes are so gentle and indescribable. Eyes filled with love, affection. Although her back was a bit cuffed, she moved quickly. Most notably her skillful hands. Those hands were calluses, fingers thin, and bones, but she did so much work. She loves to work and takes little rest. She loves baking, cooking, and tidying up utensils.
In my childhood days, I lived in the immense love of her grandmother. She always loves and takes care of me. With soothing lullabies, thrilling fairy tales, she brought me to a deep sleep. She loves everyone, or helps the poor. She hopes you will study well and become successful. She taught me good things, right. She reminded me to be ethical, be respectful, obedient to teachers, be gentle with friends. She often used life stories to show humanity and thereby educate her.

Her kindness has enriched my soul, has strengthened me to step up steadily. Everyone in my family loves her and does what she admonishes and teaches. I often wandered with her, when sweeping the house, when picking vegetables, scooping water for her. I secretly hope that my grandmother will not grow old anymore.

Tham khảo nhé :

My grandfather is sixty-two years old this year. He works as an electrician, now retired. Before, every day, he and other workers had to climb high power poles to repair power lines and install meters. You are very brave. Thanks to him, the villagers have electricity for lighting and he also earns money to buy new clothes and books to reward me every time I get a good student. I love and proud of him.