“You look so chubby.” She pinched my cheeks once. “What have you eaten in the past two weeks?” “Am I?” My cheekbones hurt. It was so hard to smile.
Ditto lifted his right leg, resting on the other one which stepped on the office’s floor swathed in maroon carpet. His eyes suddenly fixated on a small frame which had been months sat on his desk. It was a gold colored frame—reminding Ditto of the day when the photo was taken. The picture was taken… Read More Story from a Grandson