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.”

walk over to them

Master Mitchell seemed not to notice and still waved his hand. “Son,

answered, “Dad, I’m

glanced at him unhappily. “You are not my son. You are my younger brother’s grandson, Sean. My son is over there. I can

pointing in the direction where Sophia and Stanley stood and beckoned at

glanced at Stanley while nudging him.

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

“Stanley Fletcher, I’m

when he

smiling happily at her and beckoned

was in a normal attire today. Why would Old

have noticed something since he was also waving his

at Old Master Fletcher before glancing at Sean. In the end, she gazed at Old Master

His cloudy eyes seemed not to have noticed that

board had been pushed away and replaced with a piece of paper and a pen on the table. A lot of characters had been written there—it was probably

her, asking, “Son, why aren’t

to utter a word because she was afraid that she might expose herself as a woman. She glanced at Old Master Fletcher and Sean before staring hesitantly at

did not notice anything amiss. On the contrary, he answered with a

he is beyond saving! He can’t even differentiate between a man

to write something. “Come here;

Old Master Mitchell. Then, she picked up the fountain

made a

Ancient poem…

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

Old Master Fletcher. He gloated, “Mason, quickly

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

the border thousands of miles away from their homes, are unable to return. If

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