You Must Be Very Sad

"Xiuying, it's time to get up for breakfast." The voice of an old man came from the small bedroom.

A red parrot was perched on the wardrobe, calling towards the white-haired old lady lying in bed. Every morning, this was how the parrot woke the old lady. It had become an everyday occurrence for them over the past two years. The old lady's surname was Chen and her name was Xiuying.

Today, Xiuying did not obediently get up like usual. Her vision still blurry. She opened her eyes slowly and then smiled at the parrot.

The parrot stopped calling, and just quietly perched atop the wardrobe. Its eyes met with Xiuying's.

Xiuying had no children. Twenty years ago, a car accident had taken her daughter's whole family away from her.

From that point onwards, the lonely elderly couple could only depend on each other. They lived right in that very house that was not too large.