Breakfast was Jetstream’s signature noodles paired with all kinds of little porridges and crisp, refreshing sides. Grandpa chose a mix of savory and sweet.

One bite salty, one bite sweet—he ate with pure, childlike delight.

Grandpa was like a beam of light. With him around, my life tasted like sunshine. My mood stayed bright, and the corners of my mouth kept lifting without me even trying.

Jetstream was the city where I was born and raised. My ...