Three more years and she’ll be a hundred. But grandma left us last week. After I touched down, I put down my baggages and went straight to her place. When news first reached me when I was in Hongkong, I felt sad and my mind was filled with regret and those limited but meaningful memories of her kept coming back. I told myself that I will visit her this year, but I failed to do so. I can wait for next year and another year because I’m busy with work. But grandma couldn’t. And I thought one day she’d be a hundred.
When she left, grandma gave me an important lesson in life.