It’s about ten years since my grandmother left me.
Her look is not really clearly in my mind, but I remember her small body and voice.
I am the youngest boy in my family, and she took care my whole life.
It was not good for me in my mother’s opinion.
So we moved out a few miles away.
Even though, she still often came to see me.
At that time, I can’t imagine how long the road she walked.
But in fact, her body is short, thin, and weakness, she had to walk and walk…for a long while.
She likes to talk with me.
I was not fluent in Taiwanese while I was a kid, sometimes I spoke in Chinese.
I was not sure she knew what I said, but she always listened carefully and smile with her golden teeth.
I can’t remember what we talked about, but what she called me.
It’s my nickname “chin-chin.”
White hair reminds her age, and her worse health.
One day she left my life suddenly, and I finally recall her look in my mind while I wrote here.
She has an old and kind face, and always yelled “chin-chin” at a little kid—me.