My dear Mum,
Please say something.
Granny died last week. She was at the same hospital where I got operated on for my appendix.
I walked into her room, even though the doctor said that her condition was likely to upset me. Nona said I had to go to show granny support and that this was something I needed to do "all alone". I listened; you know...and I tried, I really thought I could do it.
I went in and I could almost see her bedside, then I saw her face. She was completely changed. Her cinnamon skin was white and thin like cigarette paper. Her eyes were shut and her mouth bled from the breathing tube. I ran out crying and I carried on like this for hours, until my eyes were like two open sores at the front of my head.
Please forgive me. I left her all alone and then she died.
Can you still love me?
Z
Please shares you thoughts, even if they are sad ones. Zelia needs to know that she's not alone 💔
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