When I was a little girl my grandparents lived with my family. They are very interesting people. My grandma usually says " I am getting sick... or my head hurts or my heart hurts" but my grandpa isn`t like my grandma. He never says he is sick.
One day a very interesting thing happened. There was a small cabin in our yard. I heard something there. Then I ran into the cabin. I saw my grandma was under the bed there. I was afraid of her because I thought she got sick like crazy.
I called her ...grandma, grandma so she looked round. She had something in her mouth and held a glass.
I asked what happened, what you were doing there.
I was taking my medicine, she said.
I asked again: why you were taking your medicine under the bed in the cabin.
She said she was hiding from my grandpa.
I asked why???
she said "if your grandpa saw that I was taking the medicine he would asked me if he could have some".
I asked if he is sick.
No... just your grandpa really likes to take any medicines although he is healthy so I always hide myself when I take my medicine, my grandma said.
I thought my grandpa is very strange.
But one day, I had a cough so I had to take some medicine. Then A few days later there was some medicine left.
My dad held the medicine and asked whose medicine this is... if it doesn`t need anyone I will take it.
I said you are healthy, daddy so you don`t need any medicine.
My dad answered he would rather he took the medicine than throwing into the trash.
Then I remembered my grandpa`s story and I realized that both my grandpa and my dad are medicine lover.
