I would open the door of the cooler, and find a bowl of eye-balls staring back at me. Eye-lashes still attached. I stared back at them, sometimes daring them to blink back.
He believed they would heal his worsening eye-sight. He would ask my mum to boil them with Chinese herbs in a pork bone broth. My brave mum had no choice but to face this weekly task of making this magic potion.
My grandpa lived until he was 93 years old. His eye-sight was perfect. I know this because he could still see me, even though I believed I was invisible to everyone else in my family.
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