After the stressful exam, for the first time in the past two weeks I went to bed ten o'clock, already tired, I slept immediately without the usual restlessness, and dreams came just as quickly as I slept. In the dream, I met my grandmother, someone close to me, whom I had long separated from. This is really a beautiful and touching dream for me. My grandmother has passed away for three years, until now, I still just want to believe that she just went somewhere far away, not wanting to believe that she will forever leave this world. It is often said that if I always think about someone, I will dream of meeting that person in my dream and after three years, I have had a beautiful dream about her. In my dream, I just remember appearing in her old house in the countryside, with a small garden beside the river. I instinctively walked by my instinct through the mist, continued into the garden, and wanted to find my childhood when I was playing here when I was a child. I kept going, walking forever but thought that the small garden did not know from the moment it turned into a large maze and never saw the way out. In the mist of illusion, my feet kept walking and stopped when I caught a glimpse of familiar images. Next to the coconut tree, a familiar shape appeared, making my heart burst with joy, it was Grandma. Just like the day before, she sat under the palm of a tender coconut like a fairy with a basket of wool in her hand. Her pale silver hair reminds me of all the fairy tales she used to tell. As if she saw me, she looked up, with a gentle smile like a saint, her arms outstretched as if waiting for me in her lap. In my heart, there was nothing but the desire to comfort a grandchild, long separated from his beloved grandmother. I quickly ran to hug her to protect her, caressing with happy tears. Seeing me touched, she stroked my hair: - Good child, don't cry, I'm back here. Hearing these words, I find it even harder to contain my emotional heart but then wiped my tears, raised my head to look at her, and smiled in sparkling happiness. She is the same as when she was with me, or likes to knit with coconut trees and wear a light brown scarf. So in her heart, she asked me about studying, about my father, about my mother, then she told me to study hard, listen to my parents, and grow up must be a good person, but I just answered. over the speaker and just curled up in her loving arms and enjoyed the happiness. She hugs me tightly, caresses me fondly, kisses me on the cheeks, the forehead to my hair like in my childhood days. Suddenly I remembered those days ago when she used to tell me stories and I wanted to hear it again: - Grandma, please tell me your story, Grandma. Responding to me, she gave a beautiful smile like a fairy and her voice resounded in the mysterious space of fog and smoke. Still an inspirational voice of the day, like when I was a child, that brought me into my best dreams. The story she tells me has heard countless times but is not bored, and especially right now, I also see the miraculous sacredness in every beat of you, grandma, wish you could listen to her telling stories like that before she goes to sleep! But before I heard the whole story, her voice brought me back to the present, I woke up from the alarm clock and I realized it was just a dream. A beautiful dream because I met my grandmother. That dream I still remember every little detail because it was the most touching dream of my life. It was a wonderful thing, I have ever dreamed for a long time