Surprisingly, it was a sentiment shared by so many netizens, yet in the crowd just by the parade path, one grandmother had her hands clasped together as she tried to contain her joy, gratitude, and pride.
But it became difficult the moment she focused and saw a figure flipping down before landing low and rising smoothly.
"!!!"
How could she not grip her son, who was beside her?
"It is him. It is Noah," she said breathlessly, right as the smoke cleared to reveal a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
Ah. He had really come so far.
For before her was the same grandson she had raised since infancy. The same child who had grown up cynical and wary of the world. And yet, looking at him now with that relaxed expression and sense of belonging on his face as he walked with his head held high and his eyes bright with spark, how could a grandmother not feel overwhelmed?
It had been one fateful meeting, and yet from then on, their lives, especially Noah's, had changed.
