Grandma took it upon herself to console her young sweet granddaughter, and took her to the garden nearby at the sight of the glorious weather.
Yet, unlike most six-year-old children, Lily didn’t buy any fantasizing for the story.
“Grandma, will I die someday?” The little girl’s cheeks were red by now, slimy and shiny even.
Madam Tang took a deep breath in and let it all out. It seemed the day for this was bound to come. The growing up talk that parents always dreaded.
“We all will, my child.”
*snippet from the update for Tales from the Woodfolk