On My Way Home

She is my grandmother, who is over 90 years old. I know she doesn't have much time left to spend with her family, but I haven't seen her for a year because of Corona 19. After a year, she was still most worried about her family. She took off her mask and cried and laughed together. After a short meeting, my wife and I wore masks and said goodbye. She stood there without wearing a mask until we disappeared. On my way home, holding the steering wheel and swallowed my tears like a lost orphan.