C217 Pappy's identity

(ii)

It was time to leave.

This could be a separation of life and death. Because I saw reluctance in the other's gray eyes, and a little anxiety.

It was my grandfather. A man sitting in a black wicker chair.

He was looking at me.

I was looking at him, too.

If this was truly a parting of life and death, I decided to bring up the questions that had been hidden in my heart for a long time