"Our little Joanna is so sweet, so loveable, who else should Grandma love if not her?" After Madam Heath had taken her medicine, Joanna comforted her, her mood settled considerably. She gently patted Joanna's hand and said, "Don't take to heart what your mother-in-law said earlier. To me, you're like my own granddaughter. She must have heard some rumors somewhere and foolishly believed them, that's why she said such outrageous things."
"When her mind clears, she will realize her mistake."
"Don't worry, grandma." Joanna nodded and laughed, "I know all that, I won't take it too seriously."
"That's good," Madam Heath said contentedly, "Family should always stay harmonious. Strife is never the answer."
"Grandma…"
Looking at the Madam Heath's kind and loving demeanor and the way she spoke tenderly with her, a lump formed in Joanna's throat and she couldn't help her eyes from welling with tears.
She remembered her own grandmother.
