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Miska Lewis

Kunjin started to smoke more and more as if they were to fill Linxiao’s void. I saw Grandpa sitting under the tree alone sometimes, slowly puffing out the smoke and looking at it rising up closer to the clouds then fading away. Linxiao said he missed the smell of cigarettes, but he missed playing Chinese checkers more. So Grandpa and Kunjin brought the set of Chinese checkers to the hospital every week. Linxiao would be sleeping sometimes, or in unconsciousness. When he felt well, he would sit by the edge of his bed and play a couple rounds with Grandpa and Kunjin. A wooden pentagon