Bond
"You don't want to hug your grandmother, My Grandson?"
After hearing those words, I rushed into the woman's arms. The woman who seemed to be very close to me before, but I can't remember who she was. But, I still miss her so much.
I sobbed into the woman's shoulder. She still looks young, but she refers to herself as 'grandmother'. I'm still confused, but my body still hugs her.
This feeling is so strange. I seemed to be able to pour my sadness on the shoulders of this foreign woman. I don't care if she calls me a crybaby, but I really like that woman very much. I also don't care whose mother or grandmother she is, I just want to borrow her shoulder at this time.
I hope this woman's real grandson isn't here and will beat me up for being presumptuous of hugging someone else's grandma. What is clear, now I want to tell all the bad things that happened to me to this woman.