As we all know, every May 27 is Children’s Day. In commemoration of this year’s celebration, I would like to share a story.
Sometime in the 1980s, my paternal grandmother visited us after my mother had one of my siblings.
I noticed that she was always putting a black substance made from tobacco leaves and other ingredients on her tongue.
Because my maternal grandmother also indulged in it, I became curious, and the urge to have a taste of whatever the two old women put in their mouths grew stronger by the day.
I eventually had a taste when no one was around, but I got more than I bargained for.
