I touched my grandma's silver bracelet and traveled back to 1996. That was the year before she passed away, and I was still wearing the double pony hair from the first year of junior high school.
The whole family said that I suddenly became sensible:
Every day, I rush to carry a urinal to my grandma and warm her bed.
Persisting the doctor at the health center to learn massage techniques;
He even used his New Year's money to buy the last can of malted milk from the supply and marketing cooperative. Grandma touched my braid and smiled: "Bodhisattva sent you back to accompany me on the last journey."
On the night of the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, she suddenly squeezed my hand. When the whole family rushed into the dark back room, grandma used her last strength to put my cold fingertips on her face.
The snow outside the window reflected the moonlight, and the pair of silver bracelets shimmered on the pillow.
