DAWN was staring at the woman sitting opposite to her, still bewildered and couldn’t believe that her grandmother, whom she believed had already passed away, was still alive, sitting comfortably in front of her. But the woman in front of her was beautiful. So different from the old appearance of her grandmother.
“Are you really my grandmother?” Dawn asked in doubt. Then her question was followed by another question. “How did that happen? That’s not right. I buried you with my own hands.”
“Of course, I am your grandmother. I’m Amelia.”
“I don’t believe it,” Dawn said, and narrowed her eyes. “My grandmother was old, unlike you, so beautiful and almost the same age as me.”
Amelia let out a sigh. “When you were a child, you loved eating. And you always sneaked into the kitchen at midnight
