"A memory could either be treasured or forgotten."

　　Kendra's POV

　　"Hey, wait up, Aunt Chen, be–" I wanted to warn her because I shouldn't be running with my pregnant belly.

　　But a few meters away from Grandpa's room, I heard his voice roaring like a lion. I was afraid something might have happened to him, so my feet went on their own.

　　I hurriedly opened the door unaware of what awaited me. I was shocked to see Grandpa swinging the wooden ...