When I was ten years old, sickness confined me to the stonewalls of the hospital. The weariness of staying in the ghastly building, rather than the illness itself, wore away my spirits. I slept all day and night, dozing away hope and vitality. My family was worried, but they could not find a way to invigorate me. In countless efforts to restore my spirits, they've tried and failed. In those times, my grandfather would only watch quietly, in his eyes...