This is the story of the last eight months I spent with my grandmother. The photos I initially took just to document our daily life began to carry deeper meaning after her passing. Caring for someone who is sick is never easy. I hated my grandmother at times, but I also felt deep pity for her. Now, as time has passed, I look back at these photographs and revisit those memories—what remains is not the hatred, but a profound sense of love and longing.