C100

It's not that I don't want to cry, but I'm powerless! The way my uncle blew on his beard and glared at me was reflected in the depths of my eyes. "My uncle!" My voice had already become hoarse, resembling that of an eighty to ninety year old woman.

When my great-uncle saw me open my mouth, he immediately interrupted me. "Don't speak to me, if you have anything to say to your grandmother