A boy who was born with a terrifying blood-red birthmark saw his parents divorce before he was ten years old, and his mother moved away with tears streaming down her face. In this home he endured loneliness and loneliness alone. I still naively hope that my mother will come home.
Perhaps when he was young, his kind, hard-working grandma was his best support.
From studying to graduation, he has been cold, calm, crazy, and occasionally laughing along the way. Life is inherently complex, changeable and colorful. The key depends on what mentality you use.
His world is just like ours. There are close friends, close friends, people he has loved, and people who love him. Their stories are heartwarming, crazy, tangled, and weird.
No matter when and where, when he occasionally looks back. Just thinking about those young years that have been frozen in time can make him smile the brightest.
Although the theme of this book is about the memory of grandma, as you read, you will find that there are not many memories of grandma in the book.
Just because when I was young, I felt that everything my grandma did for us was deserved, so that grandma worked hard day and night for our family, day after day, but we took it for granted.
He grew up and experienced a lot. One day he suddenly looked back and discovered that his grandma, who had always protected him, cared for him, and never given love to his parents, was the one who was most deeply hurt by him. And until now, he doesn't even remember his grandma's name. Or rather, I never knew.