Cite specific details about the grandmother's bedroom.

From the text:

"Yet when she spoke, and her voice hesitated, cracked, the sombre shadows of her room chilled me."

"..... we would walk up the stairs to her small crowded room. There, in the midst of her antique shawls, the old ancestral calligraphy and multi-colored embroidered hangings, beneath the mysterious shelves of sweet herbs and bitter potions, we would continue doing what we had started that morning: the elaborate windchime for her death."

Then Grandmama sank back into her pillow and the embroidered flowers lifted to frame her wrinkled face.