On WeChat, I told my son: Son, even the grandchildren of people my age are old enough to run errands!
A few hours later, he replied: Dad, let go of your fixation and think about your greatest hobby.
My greatest hobby?
Isn't it hugging my grandchild?
Could he mean I should start writing again?
But when I used to write, my grandpa was still alive!
Could he want me to reclaim the dream I had as a grandson, now that I'm old enough to be a grandpa?
This can't be fate playing a joke on me!
Nor can it be life mocking all my years of hard work!
And it certainly isn't me doubling down on emotionally blackmailing someone into getting married!
This is simply me settling for the next best thing!
That's all,
and nothing more!
