Carrying the bowl of bird’s nest, Mordecai walked to the door of THE OLD Mrs. Navarro’s room.
Raising his hand, he was about to knock on the door when it slowly opened by itself.
The scene in the room fell into Mordecai’s eyes.
His favorite grandmother was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a photo album in her hands, looking at it while shedding tears.
Looks particularly sad appearance.
“Grandma …” Mordecai walked in and shouted softly.
the old Mrs. Navarro hurriedly back to God, raised his hand to wipe away the tears, closed the album at the same time, but also to Mordecai squeeze out a smile, “Mordecai, how did you come, eaten enough?”
“En, full.” Mordecai nodded his head and handed over the bowl of bird’s nest in his hand, “Ancestral grandmother, you should eat something as well, or else your body won’t be able to carry it, this one is especially sweet, I added two big spoons of honey, I guarantee that after you eat it, your mood will be better!”
the old Mrs. Navarro was touched by Mordecai’s words.
Immediately nodded his head, “Okay, I’ll taste it, it’s really, really sweet to my grandma’s heart.”
Mordecai sat down next to her, her eyes locked on the closed album, and inquired curiously, “Grandmother, whose album is this, can I open it?”
“Later!” the old Mrs. Navarro declined, “I’ll show it to you later when you’re older.”
With that, she put the photo album back in the drawer.
She continued to drink the bird’s nest, her hands were a bit slippery from wiping her tears just now, and the bird’s nest almost didn’t hold and spilled onto her body.
“Aigoo, I’m really old too, I can’t even hold the bowl now.” The old Mrs. Navarro lamented and stood up, “You be good here, grandma will go to the restroom to clean up.”
Mordecai nodded her head obediently, “You go quickly grandma, otherwise when it dries, your body will be slippery and especially uncomfortable.”
But when the old Mrs. Navarro got up and went to the bathroom, Mordecai immediately rushed to the drawer and took out the photo album.
No way, the curiosity of a child is so powerful!
But when he opened it, Mordecai was disappointed.
Inside was a very strange woman, all kinds of pictures of her, and looking at the yellowed edges of the pictures, it was obvious that they were taken a long time ago.
Was she a friend of Grandma’s?
Although looking at the age, the two people were tens of years apart, but a forgotten friend might be possible.
The most crucial thing was that the sound of water in the restroom had stopped, indicating that Grandma Ancestor had cleaned up and was ready to come out.
Afraid of being caught, Mordecai hurriedly wanted to put the album back into the drawer.
At this time, the album, however, lightly flew out a photo, landing at Mordecai’s feet.
He only glanced at it, and his purple grape-like eyes widened violently!
“Mordecai, bring a hand towel over here for Grandma Zu.” the old Mrs. Navarro shouted from the restroom.
Mordecai obliged, looked down and hid the picture quickly in her arms, then closed the drawer, pretended nothing had happened, and ran to the restroom to bring the towel.
When he got back to the children’s room, that’s when he pulled out the picture he’d just secretly hidden, then flipped through the photo albums in his room and carefully compared them.
That’s right.
Although he didn’t recognize this woman in the photo, he recognized the scarf held in the woman’s hand.
On the first day of kindergarten, grandma personally put that scarf around his neck and told him that it was a very precious and important thing that must be cherished.
In this photo, the scarf was not yet fully knitted, and the woman was sitting on a wicker chair with a big belly, knitting the scarf and smiling very gently.
Mordecai’s eyes flashed, and subconsciously reached out and touched the woman in the photo.
“So, you’re my mom?”