This old lady is my grandfather's mother. I call her the old lady here.

Today is the anniversary of the old lady's death. Let's go back to our hometown to worship. In a blink of an eye, the old lady has been gone for six years. My son was only three years old at that time. We haven't bought a house in the city yet, and the whole family lives in our hometown in the countryside.

Old people like children. Since my wife and son came back from the hospital, the old lady has a task every day. The first thing in the morning is to walk from the first floor to the third floor with crutches, just to see her little grandson. Let the wife carry her son to the first floor, sit in the cradle and bask in the sun, then she will sit by, shake the basket and play with her little grandson.

The old lady's legs are disabled and vary in length. When she walks, her body always rises and falls. When I was very young, I thought it was fun. I also learned to walk like her, and my mother always blamed me for refusing to learn from her. And the old lady always said cheerfully, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Later, I learned that the old lady accidentally fell on her leg when she was a child and broke her leg bone. At that time, she was poor and had many children at home, and her parents could not take care of her. The old lady's parents didn't take it seriously at all, so they burned some paper money for the deceased in a superstitious way, hoping that the ancestors could pick up her broken leg. As a result, I don't have to think about it, that's all. However, for a six-year-old girl, how much pain she endured, and it also caused lifelong disability. Nevertheless, she will still use these methods to treat diseases.

The old lady has three sons and a daughter. My grandfather died when he was seven years old. At that time, a woman with disabled legs and feet could not support four children at all. I had to send my heart out, but only my grandfather and aunt survived. My second grandfather and my third grandfather died shortly after being adopted by others. Only she knew the old lady's pain, and later found two men, but they never gave birth to children again. Both men died young.

Later, I stopped looking for a man. When I grew up, the old lady lived alone in the city as a nanny. Later, when I was old, I came to live with my grandfather. In this way, I have been enjoying my family happiness until I die.

As soon as we got home, my grandparents prepared offerings, and we took turns kowtowing and offering incense. I hope there will be no disability in heaven.