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Grandpa fell and bruised himself yesterday. I wasn't aware of it at first, because he was downstairs while I was upstairs in Adam's room. Apparently, he had no trouble making his way upstairs. It was when Uncle Robby came home from somewhere that he told him what happened, and Robby called me over to help him make sure that he doesn't fall on his way down. He seemed to have a hard time breathing with each step, and Rob eventually had me call an ambulance.

Unlike last year, it's just a bruise, but I might have to stay here for even longer in order to help him up and down the stairs. Mom is still coming up here, and I've asked her to bring some stuff with her to drop off here.