Of My Grandmother and the Time That Remains

I wrote this essay in the year I lost my grandmother, who was an integral part of my early childhood. Originally written in Chinese, an English version is included. The original Chinese text was written entirely without the assistance of AI or LLMs, as I wanted to preserve my thoughts exactly as they were at the time, however unpolished, naive, or not yet fully formed they might have been.

Because this piece contains deeply personal memories and sensitive details, I have chosen to place the full essay behind a paywall — not so much for its monetary value, but to preserve a certain intimacy between the writing and those who choose to read it. I hope this small boundary will encourage a more deliberate kind of readership, one willing to approach these memories with the tenderness and consideration they deserve.