Unformatted text preview: then tore the paper into squares and folded them into cross-shape. “What are you doing, grandma?” I curiously asked. “You will know soon. Look!” The cross-shaped paper fell out the window from grandma’s rugged hand, leisurely rotating like a propeller. I laughed. My grandma quickly stuffed a spoonful of rice into my mouth. Like raindrops, cross-shaped paper fell into the courtyard piece by piece. Finally, I finished my meal, but my grandma was completely exhausted. I tried to reach for the raindrop, but my hand is blocked by a thin slice of transparent glass....
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- Spring '11
- Glass, weather, American films, Rain, Jacky Chong