My grandmother was a splendid star shining on the sky. Even the greatest obstacles could not take her back. Her delicate, overwhelming karisma brought people’s respect.

I would ask her, “What is your motto of your life?”, then she would reply “Love others, then they will love you back.” She was a splendid star, shining so brightly in my life, anytime, anywhere.

But even the most brightful star started to fade away under the overwhelmingness of the time. The blunt karisma no longer represented her gentleness, and the star slowly lost its luster.

And on the cold December night, the star became a spark of splendid meteor that brightens the tranquil night sky. The scene of the star fading away shall remain in my memory forever; perhaps, my love for my respected grandmother will never fade away.