Grandma, why don't you take some medicine?

I sat in infront of the kitchen table, I bought smile with the other kids and know put little halfs of styrofoam my grandma gave me in my slime. She took some food out of the oven, suddenly she was coughing harsh in a tissue. I saw blood on her hands. She thought, I didn't notice. Even though I didn't know what she spoke and she didn't know what I spoke, I remember the day I found a kitten in the middle of grandmas garden, her ear full of blood and hurt. I am not sure what really happend, my dad and you where there. Grandma you wiped with the tissue off the blood while I pat her. Even though it's the only memorie of you. One which made me think you are a hero. And the other filled me with grief. Your siblings say you didn't wanted to really go and heal. I know I just could say hello and how are you in your languge, but your presence was enough. Te dua shum grandma.