She felt sorry for the old woman who didn't see her granddaughter even until she died...
Her eyes flicked to the other side of the wall, and she saw the pictures of Mr. Roberts.
There were no words on Mr. Roberts' picture frame, but date.
It was seven years ago when the girl turned eighteen and became an adult on Christmas Day.
Mr. Roberts stood formally in front of the huge Christmas tree, with a smile on his face and a light in his eyes. Even if his face and skin had become withered, the spirit was still there.
He had one arm hanging at his side and the other out. He faced with the camera, and the face on the side with the outstretched hand was also slightly lowered, as if he was reaching around his eighteen-year-old granddaughter and waiting to be kissed.
Christmas was a Western holiday, but Mr. Roberts who liked traditional things wore a pair of suit pants, a striped shirt and a very large gray tie to set off the Christmas tree behind him.