When I take Grandpa on the train to the city, he barely talks to me. He just presses his spotty nose to the window and watches the world go by. He finally tells me the landscape back home is prettier, and I say “我知道,” because he likes it when I practice my Chinese. But the truth is that I don’t know that the landscape back home is prettier. I’ve never been there.
I really hope I got all that Chinese right. I haven't spoken in a long time. Sorry if anything about this story is screwed up, random Chinese people who may or may not read this! I did my best.
I hope you all had a lovely holidays. I had a nice time chilling with my family and playing with my dogs.