The child was missing her mom, and her heart ached as she gently rubbed her head.
"Be good, if you like it, your sister will make it for you every day."
Yaya's eyes reddened as she collected the dishes and chopsticks to wash them in the stone sink by the door, next to a large water tank. Seeing that it was not much water left inside, she carried two buckets and went down the hill to draw water at the foot of the mountain.
The fishing village was situated quite high up, about the height of a small hill, and going all the way down led to the well in the village.
Along the way, she met many elderly men and women from the village. When they saw her, a stranger, they couldn't help but ask,
"Are you the sister Yaya mentioned? What's your relationship with her?"
Clearly, Yaya's purchase of tofu had intrigued everyone, leading them to inquire about her origin.
After all, with Grandma so seriously ill, where could there be any spare money for tofu?
