"She uh, she…" Oliver gritted his teeth and exhaled through his nose. He didn't want to cry and look weak, but it was too late.
Tears had already welled in his eyes, and no matter how much he fought against it, a blob rolled down his cheek.
Auntie Martha bent ever so slightly, giving Grandma Lin a side hug when she heard the older Lin lady sniffle in her seat. She grasped her mother's thin hand and caressed the purple veins and wrinkles which adorned it.
Moving their attentions back to Oliver, they gave him a reassuring smile as if telling the boy that it's okay to cry.
"So I was saying, if there's one thing that she's notorious about, that would be her sleeping habit. Imagine a CEO glued to her bed in broad daylight? Yes, that's Olivia, ladies and gentlemen. If she didn't marry Maxen, she probably married her bed," Oliver narrated.
