Within a few minutes, the head guard prepared a small scroll to formally initiate the split so it could be made legal. He brought it forward and placed it before Master Fu.
Master Fu took the brush and signed his name slowly. The ink bled darker and thicker than the rest, as if his hand carried more weight than before.
As his name settled onto the scroll, my smile grew wider, while Grandma Fu's cries became louder.
She collapsed onto the ground, wailing and sobbing.
"My son has finally killed me!" she cried. "Look at what he has done to my family! What will I tell our ancestors when we finally die, Fu Jun?"
She clutched Grandpa Fu's sleeve tightly, pulling at him as she cried. Grandpa Fu only shook his head slowly, his face filled with pain. Still, he did not blame Master Fu for the decision.
He knew better.
His wife had done many things that led to what happened today. He did not fault his son even a little.
