Last night, he thought his sister had come, and knocked on the door outside. He thought she had come to look for him, but no one was there. Outside, it was pouring rain—how could his sister possibly come?
How he wished she could appear, just like when he was in utter despair and Grandpa came. Although Grandpa had appeared on the third day when he was nearly losing consciousness, Grandpa had found him. In that filthy little crevice where rainwater dripped and pooled in the dampness, Grandpa had found him.
Held in Grandpa's arms, he was taken to the hospital. If they had been any later, even upon reaching the hospital, the doctors would have been powerless to save him. Without Grandpa, he might truly have died—died at the age of six.
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