A Loft in the Sky for Ladies but Not Ladies

This is a special day, a particularly festive day. I, a fifty-year-old woman, welcomed my first grandson. When I saw this fragile life crying loudly in my hands, I thought of the preciousness of life and the changeable nature of the world. "Mom, what are you thinking? Look how much Tiantian looks like his mother!" My son happily took the child from my hands. "Well, yes, they really look alike." After a busy day, I came back from the hospital. I was lying on the rocking chair and looking at the photo of the bright smile on the bookshelf, and scenes suddenly appeared in front of my eyes: "Mom, can you dress like this? No...