At midnight, grandma brought sweet and salty rice dumplings. My sister grabbed the sweet rice dumplings and I swallowed the salty rice dumplings with a smile. In the past ten years, she had prospered with the appearance given by the sweet rice dumplings, but then she fell from the altar because her magic power faded. She was obsessed with plastic surgery, spent all her money, and finally saw me on the cover of a magazine as an entrepreneur. On the rooftop, she pushed me down and fell with her. Open your eyes again - the fragrance of rice dumplings is lingering, and my sister's hand is reaching for the sweet rice dumplings. This time, I held her wrist gently.
