Spine

Something I miss from childhood: walking quietly to my grandparents’ room, whispering to my grandma, “可不可以按摩?” And she would smile and laugh a little and we’d return to the dark of my room and she’d tell me how to massage my hands and then she’d give a deep back-rub (this was during the days of swimming, when sore muscles were not uncommon; also, grandma studies pressure points/anatomy in her free time, so she knows her stuff). After a while the drowsiness would kick in and the clock hands would thud lazily and I’d fall half asleep and far off, she would slide the blankets over and walk out, and the door would close and there’d be no light except for the moon on the windowpane.

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