Grandma's Secret Admirer

My mother said my maternal grandparents had an arranged marriage. On their wedding night, my grandfather ran away, got caught, and was beaten soundly.

Some people say my grandmother was beautiful, and that lots of people secretly had a crush on her back then.

My grandmother said, "Like her, like her, like her. What's the use of liking someone?" Then she quietly wiped the glistening tears from the corners of her eyes and fell silent.

My grandmother met the right person, but never had the right time or circumstances.

If she could have lived in the present day, perhaps she would have been very, very happy.

To meet the right person, then hold hands for a lifetime.

Inspiration: One day, I was chatting with my mother when she suddenly brought up arranged marriages. She said my grandparents had an arranged marriage. On their wedding day, my grandfather ran away, but my grandmother found him, dragged him back, and beat him soundly.

I laughed when I heard that and said, "It sounds like a novel. Did my grandfather end up falling for my grandmother after she moved him, and then they lived happily ever after?"

My mother laughed too, but with a hint of sadness. "If only it had been like a novel. Your grandmother had such a hard life."

My grandmother really did have such a hard life.

PS: This short story is based on real events. I don't know much about that era; I only heard this story secondhand, and don't intend to verify it. Some parts are just things I've imagined myself, so don't take them as fact. If you happen to find and read this story, please don't scrutinize it too closely.

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