"It's been fifty-three whole years, half a century has passed, yet I never thought I could still see my sister's jewelry." Mr. Feng sighed with emotion.
Mr. Feng has two sons, three daughters. Three grandsons, two granddaughters. Many granddaughters and grandsons actually, even he himself was not very sure how many altogether.
His three daughters were quite adventurous. Born to him, then remarried, and more children thereafter. Mr. Feng couldn't keep track as a grandfather. At most, during the traditional Lunar New Year, he would give them a red envelope according to old customs.
Nowadays, young people increasingly prefer Western Christmas, but he alone still keeps the traditional New Year customs. As he gets older, his longing for his homeland grows more urgent.
The family moved years ago, leaving only his sister behind with her husband. Half a century later, he's now a declining old man, unaware if his sister, once dazzlingly beautiful, is still around.
