Patrick Grant flipped through a thick photo album, sighing. "How time flies. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. I still remember you were born on Christmas Eve, a whole month premature. You were so weak, you had to stay in an incubator for three or four weeks. We'd almost given up hope back then. I can't believe you're all grown up now... and even married."
Leona offered a small smile. "I have, but I still remember those days. I remember how you used to take me traveling all over the world, taught me how to fight, and showed me new people and things. You raised me yourself."
"Yes... but you're still strong and healthy, while your old grandfather isn't..." Patrick Grant trailed off, coughing twice.
"Grandpa, don't say that!"
Leona's faint smile vanished, her expression turning serious as she quickly patted Patrick Grant's back to help him catch his breath.
Patrick Grant smiled and waved a dismissive hand. "Don't worry, don't worry. I know my own body."
