My Angel Has Wrinkles

D was nesting in my arms when the phone ring pireced through the darkness.
She answered the phone. A few seconds of silence, she handed me the phone.
Brother was on the other end, "Grandpa left us...".
The voice froze in the air.
Standing in the backyard, I filled up a cup of wisky and lit up a cigarette.
Grandpa never likes wisky or cigarette.
Grandpa only smokes his water pipe and drinks "Er guo tou".
His water pipe was made from cannon shells by his sergeant.
His sergeant, after being broken into pieces by a Japanese bomb, left him the water pipe.
Grandpa started smoking water pipe and never missed a single day.
Grandpa surrendered his troop in the civil war. He did not want killings among brothers.
He got to keep his water pipe.
One day, he married grandma, with three little girls.
Grandma was from a traditional family who lost everything in the civil war.
She never slept with grandpa.
I always like the sound and the smell comes from grandpa's water pipe, simple and pure.
Mom said, grandpa wept, for the first time in her memory, on the day I left home and the country.
That was the last time I saw grandpa.
He sees me all the time, from a distance in heaven.