A day after I moved to stay at my son’s house, when I had just woken up, my grandson was already standing right next to the bed, gently shaking me and saying: ‘Grandma, you should find another place to live. Follow me, I will show you.’ I was startled and hurriedly followed him.
The smell of smoke still clung to my clothes three days after the fire. I stood in what used to[…]
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