Old Master Fletcher smacked his thigh in anger. “Argh, how many times do I have to repeat myself? I am Mark Fletcher. Mason Fletcher is my older brother and he has been dead for decades!”

Sophia headed in that direction as she looked at Old Mater Fletcher playing chess with the silly old man. Old Master Fletcher had barely moved a chess piece for most of the day as he was busy boasting.

Stanley was bringing his dog for a walk while using his phone whereas Sean was standing among a group of old men while waving at her.

“Sophia, you’re here!”

She walked to Sean while asking, “Who is that newcomer?”

Sean answered helplessly, “That is the oldest person from my grandfather’s generation. He was deeply affected after the death of his only son. From then on, he has Alzheimer’s disease and treats everyone he meets as his son.”

He does seem like he has Alzheimer’s disease.

He explained, “He has been treating me as his son the whole day, but you shouldn’t correct him, though.”

Sophia glanced at the new old man while feeling helpless.

The most saddening thing on Earth is definitely when a parent experiences the death of their children.

 

While those two chatted, Mark and Old Master Mitchell had already played a few rounds with each other.

“Whoa, Mason, why are your chess skills so lousy? You are worse than my son!”

 

“Argh, I am Mark Fletcher! Mason is my brother and he’s dead!”

“Hey, Mark, my son’s calligraphy is great. When he arrives later, I’ll ask him to show you.”

“Your son is dead too!”

“Nonsense! Look, isn’t my son here now?”

Old Master Mitchell remarked while waving at Sean and stated lovingly, “Son, quickly come over here and show your calligraphy to Uncle Commander.”

choice but to walk over to them

not to notice and still waved his hand. “Son, why aren’t you moving? Quickly come

“Dad,

him unhappily. “You are not my son. You are my

pointing in the direction where Sophia and Stanley stood and beckoned at them. “Son,

nudging him.

since he was the old man in Sean’s family, he had no

Fletcher, I’m calling for my son. Why are you

when he heard

smiling

her dress to make sure that she was in a normal attire today. Why would Old

something since he was also waving his hand at Sophia. “Cooper, why aren’t you coming

she gazed at Old Master Mitchell,

her with a tender look. His

and a pen on the table. A lot

Mitchell glanced at her, asking, “Son, why

a woman. She glanced at Old Master

did not notice anything amiss. On the contrary, he

beyond saving! He can’t even differentiate

to write something. “Come here; write something

glanced at Old Master Fletcher before looking at Old Master Mitchell. Then, she picked up the fountain pen to write something

a request. “Write

Ancient poem…

neat rows of words with her narrow handwriting before placing the

the book over to Old

Fletcher!” Old Master Fletcher insisted while accepting the book with Sophia’s handwriting. Four rows of poems

and soldiers, who are defending the border thousands of miles away from their homes, are unable to return. If there are ferocious generals stationed in the

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