The old woman turned around.
Her body was trembling.
Child Ghost could feel the trembling in her hand.
It looked up and met the old woman's gaze.
"Child..."
The old woman closed her mouth and took a deep breath.
Her voice trembled so much it was almost unrecognizable.
She had once had a son and a grandson.
But they were both gone.
Because of a plane crash.
Her grandson had been about the same age as this child when he died.
He had been an adorable child who loved to cling to her.
It was probably because she had raised him ever since he was born.
Whenever he couldn't see her, he would call out softly, "Grandma," then search for her everywhere.
That time, the child's parents had finally managed to get time off work, so they took him on a trip somewhere farther away.
After thinking it over, the two old folks had decided not to go with them.
They didn't want the young couple to have to look after the little one and the old ones, too.
They also wanted the child to grow closer to his parents.
They never imagined that their son and grandson would be separated from them forever.
They had watched their own child die before them.
For a long time, they couldn't recover from it.
Fortunately, they still had each other.
But although she had always been the one in poorer health, the old man had passed away before her.
His illness had come on like a landslide. In just a few days, he had closed his eyes in front of her.
By the end, he could no longer speak, but she knew he was telling her he was sorry.
During that time, her eyes were red every single day.
Countless times,