Postcard

I just talked with my aunty.

Her : Can I ask you a favor?
Me : Sure, why not? What is that?
Her : Can you send postcard regularly to grandma?
Me : Ah, has the last one arrived?
Her : Yes, a couple of days after grandpa died.
Me : Okay, I'll send postcard regularly.
Her : Okay, Thanks. Back to work
Me : Ok.

I realize how a small thing means so big.
I was not there when he died.
I was not there to see her cried.
I even could not talk with him at last.
They have been so nice to me.
And all I can do is sending postcard.
And that still means something for them. At least for her.

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