Chapter 83
Brushing her hair in the morning, Liguang's silver hair filled the teeth of the comb.
I helped her gather them up, twined them into a small ball, and placed it in the glass jar on the vanity—it was already half full.
"I've lost so much again," she sighed, looking into the mirror. "I'm going to be completely bald soon."
"You'd still look beautiful even if it all fell out," I said, putting her reading glasses on her. "Like a smooth pearl."
She smiled, her wrinkles rippling outward, the curve of her eyes still exactly as it was all those years ago.
Xingxing and Chenchen had both started their own families and had children of their own.
When the whole family came back for the weekend, the house was so loud the roof was practically blown off.
Liguang sat right in the middle of the sofa with two great-grandchildren leaning on her lap, listening to them chatter away about kindergarten.
"Great-grandma, why are your eyes different colors?" asked our four-year-old great-granddaughter.