"Grandma, do you regret it...?" she asked.
"what dear?" her grandma answered while putting her knit equipment at the coffee table.
"do you ever regret having mom as your daughter? She should be the one taking care of you now and not some stranger. She ran away from the two of us" she almost choked while saying, her grandma can see the war in her eyes her granddaughter face with no weapon to fight.
"No dear..." her grandma said while she caresses her granddaughter's back.
"i regretted being not her mother when she needed me" her grandma bitterly smiled.
