This short story is told from my perspective, telling the memories between my sister and my late great-great-grandmother when I was a child. From the time when my sister was learning Chinese language to the fifteen-year-old girl, her great-grandmother was always with her. When my sister was in her first year of high school, her great-grandmother passed away due to illness. When her great-grandmother passed away, her sister was still far away from school. Studying, I came home during the monthly vacation, only to see a cold coffin placed in the hall that used to be full of clutter. My sister looked at Yimu with tears in her eyes but couldn't say a word with sobs. Many years later, my sister stood in front of her great-grandmother's grave, put down her great-grandmother's favorite banana, and just said, "Great-grandmother, I miss you"...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
