Barbara slowly lowered her raised hand, her clouded eyes filled with doubt as she looked at Aveline.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Seeing that Barbara had calmed down, Aveline helped her lean back against the headboard and replied, "Yes, we're getting divorced soon."

Barbara pressed further, "When are you getting divorced?"

Aveline answered, "In seven days."

Barbara counted on her fingers and then looked at her, "You better not be lying to me. If you dare lie, I'll still hit you!"

Aveline looked helpless.

If she wanted to hit, she could let her, right?

Pulling a chair over, Aveline sat down and looked at Barbara's wrinkled face. "Grandma, do you really not remember me at all?" Barbara's face remained stern. "Why should I remember you? Are you that important?"

A flicker of sadness crossed Aveline's eyes.

Indeed.

She wasn't important.

matter if she

room fell silent

kept her gaze down, not looking at

felt a

be sad. Here, take

the silence. "You better take good care

like that of

to take the wreath off her head. "Who gave

Young, this is the one you gave to Mrs. Tudor a while back. She has kept it safe ever since. But later, when she regained some clarity, she never mentioned the wreath again. I stored it away properly. Today, out of nowhere, she started asking for it, so I found it and gave it

startled by the

wreath really the one she had made

even remember

looking closely, although it

the leaves and

eyes stung with an inexplicable soreness, and her vision blurred

her, then suddenly reached out and wiped the corner of her eye. "Hey, why are you crying? I

wiped, the more tears fell, like broken beads silently rolling down Aveline's

now

come here, a hug will

into Barbara's embrace,

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