Memories
My grandma has an old house in the province. She used to visit there three times a week to check whether everything is well maintained by my uncle. She keeps on reminding my uncle about the chandelier in the dining room. That chandelier is about as old as her because it’s being purchased by her father through barter trade during those early age of mankind. Anyway, many people got a look of it and we’re trying to ask my grandma to sell it to them. But grandma never did because it’s an antique memory of her father.
