Chapter 27 — From Grandmother to Capitalist Queen

*[Duong Duong: Hahaha, he said 'a good horse must go with a good saddle, a good woman must go with good wine'.]* Lam Tri Y smiled and put the phone in her pocket. She walked out of the hall, the sunlight shining down beautifully on the square in front of the door. The warm spring breeze caressed me, brushing my face like a gentle hand. The musical fountain in the middle of the square is performing, water columns dancing to the melody, refracting into tiny rainbows under the sun. She stood next to the fountain, turned her face up, closed her eyes, and let the sunlight shine on her face. At this moment, she felt like a tree. The tree's roots go deep into the ground, its branches and leaves freely reach up to the sky. When the wind comes, it swings, when it rains, it absorbs water, and when the sun rises, it photosynthesizes. No need to rely on anyone. No need for anyone's recognition. I don't need anyone's pity either. She is herself. A complete, independent, and brightly shining being. The fountain's music reached its climax, the water columns shot straight up into the sky, radiating out at the highest point, turning into countless tiny water bubbles, sparkling in the sunlight. Lam Tri Y opened her eyes, looked at those bubbles, and smiled. The smile was very light, very pale, but extremely genuine. More genuine than any of her smiles at the awards ceremony that year. Because she could finally — no need to laugh anymore. You don't have to smile to save someone's face, you don't have to smile to hide something, you don't have to smile to prove "I'm fine". She can cry, she can laugh, she can be silent, she can roar. Can do anything she wants to do. Because she is Lam Tri Y. Not "Great-Grandma", not an attachment to anyone, not even a supporting character in anyone's life. She is the only main character — in the story of her own life. *(End of full text)*