It must be the parents of these two children...
There was also an elderly couple.
The old woman was dressed even more elaborately and elegantly than the young women before her.
This is... her...
The old woman couldn't help reaching out.
Her fingers gently touched the photograph.
Her fingertips carefully rubbed against her own image.
The old woman's heart was in turmoil.
Yet her face, like her mind, was somewhat blank.
"Grandma, look at mine."
The little girl strained to rise onto her tiptoes, swinging the pendant of the necklace in her hand.
She was getting anxious because Grandma was only looking at her brother's photo and not hers.
The old woman shifted her gaze to the side.
The photo in the pendant in the little girl's hand came into view.
It was the same photo as the one in the little boy's pendant.
The old woman's mouth twitched slightly.
She raised a hand and pressed her temple.
That's right.
The people these two children had shown her in the family photo... it was her.
So...
She really was these two children's grandmother.
Their biological grandmother...
Who would believe it if she told them?
The old woman reached up and tapped her head.
A biological grandmother had forgotten her own biological grandson and granddaughter...
If it hadn't happened to her, the old woman would never have believed it.
"Grandma."
The little girl tugged at the old woman's hand.
"I want to go play at the mall next door."
"Me too."
The little boy tugged at the old woman's hand as well.
"Grandma, let's go to the mall."
"Let's not stay here."
"There's nothing fun here."
There was no exercise equipment.
And they couldn't feed the pigeons.
There was nothing here.
But the