Dangerously Close to

By the time grandfather was finished cooking in the kitchen that morning, grandmother would be up and there would always be a steaming hot meal laid out on the table. It wasn't always abundant, but it was always warm and inviting.,When I was eight years old, that year, my grandmother passed away.,Mom and Dad stood at a distance, but they didn't step into this small garden. At the time, I didn't understand. Didn't Mom and Dad feel sad。