memories of my grandparents

I don't really remember what happened to my childhood, or should I say I didn't really have a good one. I was the oldest granddaughter of my family, which means I was the first one do see everyone's happiness when my mom gave birth to me. By the time I was 7, my parents left me to my grandparents, and here I am; I always believe that my grandparents are my parents, because they gave all the love to me, and cared about me every single minute.
When I was young, I was favored by lots of people; I draw, I sing, I do funny stuff. All the people thinks I am smart, and this made my grandparents always feel proud about. They pretty much spoiled me, they gave me all the stuff I wanted, maybe they feel sorry that my parents left me; maybe they never had a daughter and they treated me as one. This made me have a bad tempers, if I don't get anything I want, I would be angry and they will be accommodate. The question my grandmother always asks me is that will I treat her like she treat me in the future when I grow up. I would just answer her, of course grandma, you're the best, and she would always smile. But my grandfather, when he heard my grandmother's question he would always say that doesn't need me to take care of him in the future, but be responsible to myself, he wants me to have a better life. I just nodded, but I had no idea.
As time goes by, I understand better about my grandparents, I understand better that their love is so selfless, they gave all the good stuff to me but forget about themselves. I remember every time when we were eating fish, my grandfather would always take the eyeballs of the fish to me, because they are very precious, even though they don't taste and special. No matter if it's rainy or sunny, my grandparents would wait for me outside of school and holding an umbrella. Sometimes they would buy a hot sweet potato and cover it with their clothes, so it would keep the warmness. Once I came out from the school I would ran to them, ad they were always so happy at the same time they would hand me the hot sweet potato to make me feel a litter warmer in these kind of bad weather. But they never had a bite out of it. These kind of days fallowed me until middle school, they felt like somebody had took their child away when I left China to Saipan. Everyday their life is full of sorrow, and I never been so upset like this before too.
This is the time that I truly understand everything they did to me. Just like the mother, father and the child.