During my 20th birthday, my mother committed suicide in the bathroom. She took so much drugs and died because of it. Overdosed, they said.
Witnessing my mom's death set me into depression. Eleven years have passed but it's still fresh in my mind. Now, I only have one last hope, I only have one family left with me and that's my grandmother.
"Did you cook it well, boy?" my grandma asked.
Yeah, my grandma never called me with my name. I don't think she treated me like her own grandson, she is so mean towards me. Still, she's my grandma.
"Of course, grandma." I replied with a smile.
She looked at me.
"Now, get out of my sight, you punk! Before I lost my appetite." she yelled.
With that, I went back to the kitchen and clean up the mess. Even though my grandma is so mean towards me, I never disobeyed her. Whenever she needs something, I always give it to her, but only when she gave me her permission to do so.
I will only hug or kiss my beloved grandmother if she give me her permission. I will only use her kitchen if she give me her permission. Without her permission, I am not even allowed to touch her hair, and that's her rule!
Stupid I know, but I love her.
The day before she died, she told me to cook her favorite food again. I did cook her favorite food after she gave me her permission to use the kitchen; and that day, I was so damn sick. I wasn't really feeling well and was so sleepy but I couldn't just ignore my grandma. She doesn't care if I'm sick anyway.
"Here you go, grandma. Eat well." I said as I placed the plate on her lap. She was sitting on her rocking chair, as usual.
For the first time she said "Thank you, Mir." I was awaken by that phrase. My heart beats faster as she starts eating the food. She looks so happy. I smiled.
But then my smile faded as her happy face turns to horror. She let go of the plate causing it to fell on the floor. She wrapped her hands around her neck, and her eyes met mine. That moment, I knew what's going on to her.
She choked. Something gets stuck in her throat.
I just stood there, five feet away from where she was. We were staring at each other intensely. She tried to say something but she can't utter a single word. I watched her 'till she stop breathing.
To be honest, I wanted to help my grandmother from being choked. I was just waiting for her to give me her permission.
