The early morning of March was still cold, and the old man sat in the yard, thin as a stick.
He looked towards the bedroom, where his cancer-stricken wife was sleeping.
In a moment, his son would be getting up to return home. A few days ago, his grandson signed a house purchase contract, and his son rushed back from out of town to withdraw some savings.
The old man's consciousness gradually became blurred. Struggling to turn his head, he wanted to see the direction where his grandson was in a distant place, but his head eventually drooped down to his chest.
The faint morning light, a cry of alarm, and the sound of sorrowful crying.
No one noticed the strange stain at the corner of the old man's mouth...