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.”

had no choice but to walk

seemed not to notice and still waved

“Dad, I’m

are not my son. You are my younger brother’s grandson, Sean. My son is over

Stanley stood and

glanced at Stanley while nudging

in Sean’s family, he had no choice but to play along as

Fletcher, I’m calling for

was dumbfounded when he heard

smiling happily at her and

normal attire today. Why would Old Master Mitchell think that

noticed something since he was also waving his

Sean. In the end, she gazed at Old Master Mitchell, who was staring at her in anticipation, and walked

of him, he regarded her with a tender look. His cloudy eyes seemed not to have noticed that his ‘son’

piece of paper and a pen on the table. A lot of characters had been written there—it was probably the ones that

glanced at her, asking, “Son, why aren’t you

was afraid that she might expose herself as a woman.

did not notice anything amiss. On the contrary, he

her head. Sigh, he is beyond saving! He can’t even

something. “Come here; write something to

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

made a request. “Write an

Ancient poem…

rows of words with her narrow handwriting before placing the book in front of the two men

before handing the book over to Old Master Fletcher.

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

soldiers, who are defending the border thousands of miles away from their homes, are unable

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