nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love is mine, all mine, all mine.
The sunlight was not too harsh, but rather offered warmth to the entire modest house, supported by stacks of wood, which greatly helped a woman in her final stage of life as she sewed. Sitting comfortably in her rocking chair, her wrinkled, skin-covered fingers deftly threaded a piece of thread through the needle's eye, which was hard to see with ordinary vision without squinting—unless the eyes were very healthy. "I can see the hole. But I can't do it as quickly as you, Granny." The voice distracted the woman who was called Granny. Her eyes shifted toward a girl who had just become a woman two years ago. "How long have you been here, Cassie? You startled me," she said, then chuckled softly, shaking her head. Her attention returned to the thread and needle. "Hehe, Granny was too focused, that's why you didn't see me come in." The woman called Cassie stood up from her squatting position, level with her grandmother's knees. Her eyebrows f...