“To cut the story short, the ungrateful Yunnanese just ran away with a richer man, exactly like my husband who had long divorced me and my son to remarry an uglier woman.” she spoke and paused with preserved anger, trying to comfort herself. “Yes, for better or worse, I am a cow being milked and milked, for the sake of the abandoned. But always they are worth it.”
I was compelled to feel the greatness of being a single mother then a single grandmother. And the image of the single grandmother earning a living while an unmanly father nursing the poor little girl full-time, was compelling too.