Grandma, she was wrong. She never corrected her mistake. In a moment of heat, she rushed to the street and asked someone to have a one-night stand. . . .
She was wrong. She should not have signed a contract of betrayal with that smelly ice cube. . .
She was wrong. She shouldn't have stepped into that sultry man's world without hesitation. . .
She was wrong, and she shouldn't be so careless as to step around in other people's world. . .
She was wrong. She shouldn't have been wrong because she couldn't see his pain, couldn't hear his moans, and his sincerity. .
Uncle, I'm sorry. . . .