By the time grandfather was finished cooking in the kitchen that morning, grandmother would be up and there would always be a steaming hot meal laid out on the table. It wasn't always abundant, but it was always warm and inviting.,The grandmother, swayed by the rocking chair in the gentle breeze, rested peacefully on it amidst the verdant rebirth of all things.,Mom and Dad stood at a distance, but they didn't step into this small garden. At the time, I didn't understand. Didn't Mom and Dad feel sad。