"You all are muddle-headed!" The Old Lady looked at her children standing by, "I'm at this age, even if I become muddle-headed, insane, or foolish, so what? Melody is still young, she has a great future ahead because she sacrificed the best twenty years of her life for me. It's not worth it…"
"Not worth it at all!"
She looked up at her grandmother, shaking her head, "No, it's worth it because… you are my most beloved grandmother."
"Good Melody." The Old Lady stroked her hair.
Her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, tears streaming uncontrollably.
The doctor, hearing the commotion, came in to persuade her, saying she had just recovered and should avoid extreme joy or sorrow, everyone then calmed her down.
The Old Lady, however, only held her hand and muttered, "My Melody is so beautiful."
