"What is your mother's name?." I asked softly.
"My mother used to be called Jasmine. She said it was the name her mother gave her who sacrificed a lot of things for her. But I don't know why and how the story was. I wasn't born when my grandmother passed away. Mother used to tell her about her, even though I haven't met her." My granddaughter said in a very gentle tone, her eyes continued to meet my face. Maybe he's really curious because my face is very similar to his grandmother.
"Jasmine, are you okay?" I asked the woman who was lying weakly on the bed, her eyes slowly began to open and looked into mine.
again his eyes are similar to Marvel's, Marvel has many similarities to his grandchildren and children. This man must have loved them very much, because he gave a lot to his children and grandchildren.
"Mom? Are you back?" He made a hoarse voice, then his weak hands tried to reach my face. I approached him, then just let him hold my face slowly.
