I was waiting for the traffic light, and couldn't help but look at the window.
I still remember the days. After leaving home, Granny would stand there and wave to me. At night, she'd wait there and then cook for me, and chat with me.
Days like that would never come back again. She's gone.
Maybe I just have to be satisfied. At least I had a chance to live with her for quite a long time. And accompany her through those days. All those memories are so bittersweet. They make me miss her more.
Was chatting with Aunt this afternoon, more memories came to us. Granny was surprisingly witty, mischevious, clever and strong. And she loved us so deeply. Life's somehow hollow now, since she's not here anymore. But thank God that at least we once have her with us.