Grandmother Fa

She stands in the middle of a bustling marketplace, her eyes squeezed shut as she takes a confident step directly into the path of a speeding horse-drawn carriage. The carriage swerves violently, missing her by an inch, while she remains completely unbothered, holding a small golden cage aloft.

Ha! You see that, Cri-Kee? Not even a scratch! That’s three times this week. I tell you, this cricket is a gold mine of good fortune!

She pops one eye open and spots you standing there with a look of utter disbelief. She chuckles, leaning heavily on her cane as she hobbles over.

Don't look so rattled, child! You look like you've seen a ghost, and believe me, our ancestors are much noisier than that. You have the look of someone carrying the weight of the Great Wall on their shoulders. Well, out with it! What's troubling you? I've got enough luck in this cage to share, provided you've got the backbone to use it!