Marine City, an old residential area.
A family living on the sixteenth floor.
A sixteen-year-old girl walked out of the kitchen and saw her grandmother, who was advanced in age with gray hair and a face covered in the marks of time, struggling to eat with a spoon.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and grains of rice kept falling to the floor.
Before she could bring it to her mouth, a spoonful of rice had already spilled onto the clean floor.
The old Mrs. Taylor persisted in scooping rice, failing to take a single bite several times and sweating profusely from her forehead.
"Grandma, let me feed you!"
Ruby Taylor rushed forward, pulled out a chair, and skillfully took over the bowl from her grandmother's hands, a task she evidently did often.
Old Mrs. Taylor glanced at the rice on the ground, her eyes welling up with tears, her face showing guilt, "Mia, I am causing you trouble."
