“Dylan, I hope you know it’s all your fault I have so much white hair.”

Dylan smiled as he wrapped an arm around his nana’s shoulders,

“Yes, yes, it’s our fault for making you worry so much. Nana, I promise we’ll be doubly filial to you from now on.”

Grandma May said dismissively, “I’m so old, who knows how long I'll live? Every day is a blessing. Don’t make promises about the future. I’m afraid you won’t be able to keep them and will end up embarrassing yourselves. If you really want to be f