Zhang Yichen had never seen his grandfather so out of sorts like today. Perhaps all the grievances buried deep within his heart over the years could finally be unleashed on this day. No matter what, he could clearly remember his grandfather often holding a photo, silently shedding tears. Alone, he would often hold that photo and mutter to himself. He locked himself away in a solitary space; when outside, he was always so bright and lovable. He never burdened anyone with his negative energy and only wished to bring happiness to others. But behind closed doors, how much pain did he endure alone, which I never considered.
Sometimes I wonder, if I had shown just a little more concern for my grandfather, would the outcome have been different? How difficult have these years been for him, which I have witnessed time and again? How much did he sacrifice for me, yet what did I truly give in return? I couldn't even offer him a basic bit of joy.
