Eight months. Eight months is the time that has elapsed from my nana's funeral. Before I was born my nana had been there for my mother and me. My mother cleaned my nana's house as her occupation throughout her three pregnancies. Having two parents that have never completed basic primary education made it difficult to raise three kids. My nana was the one person who gave my parents the helping hand every moment needed. When she was diagnosed with cancer my mind was in denial. I thought to myself how the most generous person in my life could possibly get such horrible thing. One could think she would have started treatment right away. For she had loved ones who couldn't bear the thought of not having her in their lives as she would always place
