Yi Yi

Grandma, I'm sorry. I do like to talk to you, but you must be way ahead of all I have to say, or you wouldn't always tell me to heed. Like, they all say you left, but you never told me where to, so I guess it must be a place we all know. Grandma, there is so much I don't know, so guess what I want to do when I grow up. I want to tell people things they don't know, show people things they can't see. That must be fun every day. One day I might find out where you went. When I do, may I tell people to come with and visit you? Grandma, I miss you so much. Especially when I see my unnamed cousin, I remember how you often say to me that you're old. I want to say to him too, I feel I'm old too.