Amelia Clarke gazed at those snow-white strands of hair and suddenly remembered Mrs. Hamilton mentioning that she had turned white overnight.
What kind of sorrow and heartache must someone endure to have their hair frosted over in a single night?
Somehow, Amelia felt an inexplicable wave of sadness. She smiled at Old Lady Collins and gently called out, "Grandma."
Emily Collins' eyes instantly glistened with moisture as she responded with a tremulous but loud voice, "Yes!"
Bella Williams, sitting in the front, passed over a pack of tissues just in time.
Amelia took it, drew out a sheet, and tenderly wiped the tears from Emily Collins' eyes.
She understood why Emily suddenly became so emotional; she must have been reminded of her deceased daughter and granddaughter.
