“Wow, you look really young.” I couldn’t help but compliment her with great admiration.
“Too young to be a grandmother?” She teased, intriguingly. Her eyebrows rose to play hide-and-seek in her blunt fringe.
I laughed, enjoying the way she talked. Her frankness with a sense of generous humor greatly eased me to ask further, “Where is the little girl’s mother, anyway?”
“To cut the story short, the ungrateful Yunnanese just ran away with a richer man, exactly like my husband who had long divorced me and my son to remarry an uglier woman.” she spoke and paused with preserved anger, trying to comfort herself. “Yes, for better or worse, I am a cow being milked and milked, for the sake of the abandoned. But always they are worth it.”