Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door.
It is my grandma. I thought she left me five years ago. Throughout these five years I have been searching through my memories to try to call back those happy times when she would protect me. Since she left us, I felt so insecure, to sleep alone at night, to face my parents' mumble, to sit in the living room late at night.
It seems like my brain was rinsed with a splash of water. Grandma's face was purged and erased from it. Whenever I think of her, I struggle so hard to remember her smile, her wrinkles, her eyes. Photos can't compare. Actual memories with her are irreplaceable.
Just as I thought I wouldn't be able to see her again, she knocked.
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and then Add to home screen.