Granny.
"Ah, she really has grown up."
The old woman sipped the soy milk in front of her, thinking of the figure she had just seen. A kindly smile touched her lips as she gazed at the milky-white liquid in her cup.
But her eyes looked a little distant, as though she were remembering something.
The old man across from her heard her words, and his mouth twitched. Recalling that enormous body, whose foot alone had been so
huge, he echoed her rather blankly...
"Yes... really big..."
The two old people somehow drifted into a nostalgic mood. After a long while, the old woman suddenly sighed.
"I wonder... if she'll still recognize us."
There was a trace of sorrow in her voice.
Seeing this, the old man reached out, took her hand in his, and smiled.
"She will... That's the kind of child she is."
The old woman raised her head. Cloudy tears glistened at the corners of her eyes. She nodded and pressed her lips together, unable to say a word.
The feeling of being a parent was something they would never forget. Though her body was different, though her voice was different, though even her sex
had changed, the two old people had still recognized
the owner of that voice at a glance... and at the first sound of it. Those little bad habits that occasionally slipped into her voice were so grating, yet
so... reassuring to them.
The two old people leaned against each other. A day as husband and wife forged a bond that lasted a lifetime; growing old together was its own kind of happiness.
Even some strangers nearby, seeing how affectionate the two still were at their age, somehow found
happy smiles spreading across their own faces.
Perhaps... happiness really was contagious.
For a