Inside the prison:
A woman in her near thirties walking into the cell with a smirk on her face. After stopping in front of the old woman, she asked, "What happened grandma? Why did you stop? You can talk as much as you want."
The old lady snarled, "Stop calling me that. How many times do I have to tell you are no one to me?"
The young woman kept staring at her thoroughly. No matter how much she tried before, the old lady neer regard her as her granddaughter. She was pissed to see that woman giving her a disgusted look.
She sneered at the old lady, "After staying here, in this prison, over twenty-four years, you still have your fierce attitude, grandma. You have no one, but me. Yet you are pushing me away... (sigh) Do you have any idea what would my father do when he comes to know how
