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I have been living with my grandparents for almost two years now and life as I know has always been the same. Waking up early morning to find my grandfather in his chair already drinking his second cup of coffee, while my grandmother was either sitting opposite him or being busy by preparing food for the day. On a Saturday morning at 10:58 everything had changed. I was woken up by a knock on the door. My grandmother told me that my grandfather had been rushed to hospital. I was already late to get up, but when I went downstairs everything looked different to me. Everything that I have been used to had changed. I had no emotion. Yet, I was just in a small state of shock. I began to document the changes around the house. Empty spaces, displaced objects, silence. I then turned my focus towards my grandmother where I would notice the worry and emptiness within her and how this effected her. My grandfather returned back after three days. Both his and my grandmothers daily actions differ from what they use to be. I can still feel a change around the house. How long will this go on for? This will be a memoir that will effect me in the years to come.