On that rare windless day, the sun poured down, creating a gentle warmth. After breakfast and tidying up, Granny Qi brought a small stool and sat in the courtyard to soak up the sun.
Granny Qi was eighty-four this year. Lately, she felt somewhat uneasy, as the saying goes, "At seventy-three or eighty-four, King Yan isn't calling, but you might still go."
Although she was still relatively strong, who could predict the whims of fate?
Considering her age, having sons and grandsons means she's lived enough. But with her grandson and granddaughter-in-law living so far apart, she wasn't sure when the whole family could gather together. Even if she passed away, she wouldn't be able to close her eyes in peace.
