Let Go off the Past into the Hands of the Lord
Stepping into the parlor, I saw my mother giving worship to our ancestors. Then I figured out it was the same date when my grandmother, who taught me to gain no foe, passed away several years ago; the worship reminded me of my grandparents’ later days all.
My grandparents loved each other the way people having a long, long time lived together. They were the loveliest persons whom I love in the whole wide world. They were simple farm people. Their world was the fruit trees, the rice-field and
the backyard with its pigs and chickens. The rest of the earth was far away—like the stars in the sky.