After my grandson was born, I went to my son's house to help clean and found a scrapbook wedged in a gap. It belonged to my wife and the man she had always loved.
It chronicled nearly thirty years of little happy moments between my wife, Lin Shuyu, and her first love.
Visiting their old school together, seeking out memories of the past, traveling across the country...
The latest entry said that her first love had developed a fine line on his face. Lin Shuyu was heartbroken and blamed herself, feeling she had let him down by failing to take proper care of him.
I sat there stunned for a very long time.
During the thirty years I was married to her, I had scrimped and saved for our family until I was so exhausted I could barely straighten my back, my face etched with countless wrinkles.
Now I'm also helping care for my son's family, going several nights without sleep. I'm in my fifties, and my hair is already white.
