"Her round face looked darker, and the gentleness of her eyes, the thin, arching eyebrows, seemed weary. I brushed the few stran
ds of gray, brittle hair from her face; she managed to smile at me… Yet when she spoke, and her voice hesitated, cracked, the somber shadows of her room chilled me. Her wrinkled brow grew wet with fever, and her small body seemed even more diminutive." Based on this quote from "The Jade Peony" by Wayson Choy, what can you conclude about Grandmama?
