"Why are you staring at my daughter like that?"
Before I can say anything, the girl pouts as if her human-chair had said something wrong. "Oomnn, Grandma, I told you to call me your granddaughter."
Her face is small and delicate, with high cheekbones and a sharp chin that gives her an almost ethereal appearance. No wonder Madam's eyes softened right away. "Oh, is that so, dear? I'm very sorry," she says.
The old hand stroke on the girl's head. Both of them smiles at each other, creating a dazzling light around the room.
And all the cheerful light stay away from me as if I'm not worthy.
