Grandmother LinLin began her story about the past. Cutting the fact that she had despised Mrs Jiang for her attitude, she began about that fateful night where the house of Mrs Jiang was burnt. It was almost seven years ago but the old woman before her spoke knowingly as though she just saw it all happening to her the other day.
The evening during it, Grandmother LinLin who had just came home from playing in the temple arrived to her home later than she was supposed to be. Her hands were full with a bag of prayer beads that she had gotten from the monk and decided to send most of them to her grandchildren.
"Bring this to my son's house," said Grandmother LinLin, placing the bag of prayer beads to the hand of the old housekeeper. "The pink beads," she stopped the housekeeper before she was about to ride the car, adding, "They are for AiLin."
