I miss my mom and dad too…

I recalled my old memories at the sight of their reunion. My yearning for my parents was like a stone thrown into a pond, and it stirred ripples from the bottom of my heart.

“Shirley…” Elder Alufa wiped his tears and came forward. He staggered. His age was showing.

He had once been full of vigor. I remembered that he had worn a black studded jacket and shades as he strummed a guitar playfully. Although he was bad at it, Elder Alufa had been a cute grandpa with a young heart.

But now, it was as if he had become ten years older overnight. His guilty, sorrowful expression was a heart-rending sight. It wasn’t easy for an old man to carry all the guilt...