One late night, I was hungry and got out of bed to find something to eat. As I passed by my grandmother's room, the door was slightly ajar. Out of curiosity, I peeked inside, and what I saw almost made me jump.,At that time, I already found it unbelievable. I ran to my dad's bedroom and blurted out, "Is grandpa a pervert I saw him holding grandma's feet. Does grandpa have a foot fetish",I will never forget, my once strong grandfather, with tears in his old eyes, sobbing and crying. He crouched for a long time beside Grandma's rocking chair. I will never forget my grandfather's hands, no longer young, tightly gripping Grandma's hand, which was gradually cooling and stiffening. At that moment, my grandfather cried like a child.。