She Can't Wait for the Summer When She Listens to Cicadas

On the seventh day after grandma left, I found an unstamped letter in her old closet. There was only a vague address and a line of words on the envelope: "If I haven't returned home when the cicadas chirp, you don't have to wait." I followed the address and met a blind old man in an old alley in the south of the city. He heard my footsteps and suddenly asked in a trembling voice, "Is it Azhi? The cicadas crow so late this year." At that moment, I realized that some people's lives are trapped in a summer that they can never get out of.