The older woman hummed to herself as she dug through the small drawer next to her stove. It was where she kept all her tiny, valuable trinkets. It was about time she sent something to her lovely daughter and that handsome man shed brought a couple times. Just a little gift, to let them know she was thinking of them.
She found just what she was looking for. A couple pendants shed bought ages ago. Made of silver, they hung on a leather string. One was the Chinese symbol for happiness, and the other for spirit. Odd coincidence, she thought to herself. Her daughter had told her little of the man, but mainly, that at times he seemed sad to her. Happiness would fit him. Spirit, for her daughter. Her daughter with the strong will, the strong spirit which rarely faltered.
In the package, she included a letter to her daughter, written in Chinese of course. She was in the middle of the stroke of a character when a loud boom came from outside. She dropped the pen and ran outside. A sc