Over the years, although she was not living with the Thompson Clan, they always kept a room for her and had it cleaned every month.
Hearing the knock on the door, Viola Thompson immediately went to open it.
"Grandma."
"Viola, did I wake you up?" Mrs. Thompson continued, "I'm not bothering you, am I?"
Compared to Viola, it was much easier for Mrs. Thompson to call her that.
"No, Grandma, come on in."
Mrs. Thompson walked in.
The computer on the desk was still on.
Seeing the old computer, Mrs. Thompson said, "Viola, didn't your mom prepare a new computer for you? Is it not good to use? I'll have someone change it for you right away."
"No need, Grandma, I'm used to my own computer," said Viola.
"Alright," Mrs. Thompson nodded, and continued, "Viola, this is your own home. Anything you need, just let me know, okay?"
"Mhm," Viola nodded slightly.
Mrs. Thompson looked at Viola, her face full of smiles. She was more and more fond of her granddaughter.
