Sorting Through Grandma’s Belongings, Reconnecting Through Her Words

I just returned to Shenzhen from Beijing and found myself going through my grandmother’s things again. Every time I sort through them, I discover something new.

Deep down, I always hope to find a letter she wrote for me—she had a habit of jotting down fragments of thoughts on her calendar, sometimes about daily life, other times expressing her loneliness.

Reading these words, I feel like I understand some of her decisions a little better. Strangely enough, these scattered pieces of her thoughts have brought me closer to her, even now. It makes me want to leave behind my own words and letters, so that someday, someone might trace my thoughts and life through my handwriting.

Grandma loved croissants, but I never liked them as a child. Now, whenever I miss her, I buy one. It’s less about hunger and more about savoring her way of life—turning memory into something tangible.

Recently, I won a legal case. Over the past few years, I’ve taught myself to navigate legal documents, and I’ve grown a lot from the experience.

Sometimes I wonder—if I’d been exposed to more fields as a child, maybe I would have considered law alongside art. But then again, with AI reshaping the legal profession, perhaps it’s for the best that I didn’t go down that path.