Family Joy

Just outside the door, an elderly woman of around seventy was leading a little boy of about ten. In her other hand, she carried a small basket filled with food.

"Y-you, who are you? Mom, h-how can you see?" The old woman clearly had not expected such a tall, imposing young man to be inside. With a thud, the little basket fell to the ground.

"Second Sister, it's me—Sanbao!"

Though she did not recognize what Sanbao looked like, Sanbao recognized her at once. She was his second elder sister. So many years had passed, and she too had grown old.

Even his second sister had aged so greatly, yet his mother was still alive. Sanbao could not help sighing that Heaven had treated him well.

"What? Y-you're Sanbao? Sanbao, how did you become like this? And you haven't aged at all."

"Second Girl, there's no mistake. This is your third brother," his mother explained from beside them.

"Third Brother, you're finally back! Hurry, call him Great-Uncle. Th-this is my second grandson..." The siblings could not help pouring out their feelings to one another.

Back then, the family had been poor. So that Sanbao could attend school, both of his elder sisters had dropped out at an early age to work the fields at home. They had cared for their only younger brother with meticulous devotion. Although Sanbao had always been away studying and had not interacted much with his two sisters, deep in his heart he had always been very close to them. Seeing them again now filled him with yet another measure of joy.

As they talked, they headed toward a graveyard in the valley.

Before a sweet osmanthus tree half the height of a person stood a new grave about half a meter tall. In front of its