Chapter

"It seems that you want to tell something to me" I gulped and stared at her when he asked. Perhaps it's time to ask about Grandpa's past. If I attempt, I'm confident that nothing will be happened.

I sat up and looked at my grandfather, who appeared to be perplexed. "I'm simply interested about something... at every family event, I always hear the word 'Amelia,' and they say she's a part of your past you'll never forget... Is this my grandmother?" It was finally said.

Since I was a child, I had never heard anything about my grandmother. I had no idea who she was. Grandpa was surprised by what I said. He set his coffee on the table and stared at me, his face gloomy.

"I-if you don't want to say anything, that's fine with me," I murmured as I stood up to leave, but he abruptly spoke up.

Grandpa added, "She was my first love and my last." I glanced at him again and sat down.

Last but not least? Is she, in fact, my grandmother?