Short stories w/ yours truly

Cold

Setting: Still a child, you're taking care of your grandma. 

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Your grandma smiled at you, her wrinkles on her face shifting.

"Young one, I won't be here much longer, how about you cook for me?"

You happily agreed, smiling back.

You'd do anything for your grandma now as she was quite old and you wanted to let her live her final moments nicely.

Your mother came in to take care of her as you cooked a dish she wanted to try.

You smiled, knowing that she would enjoy it.

You'd just finished and was waiting for it to cool down so your grandma wouldn't get burnt.

However, you heard a scream.

Your mother was calling the ambulance as you rushed in to see your grandma.

Lifeless.

Your eyesight blurred as you stared blankly, unable to process what had happened. 

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"I'm sorry."
The doctor smiled sadly with sympathy. A tear went down my face as I had behind my mother, trying to hid my sobs and crying.

My father drove us back.

My tear stained eyes could barely see as I stumbled to the kitchen.

There, I saw the dish that I was trying to cool.

The dish my grandma wanted to eat one last time. 

The dish that was now as cold as her body.

She never got to try it.

I let out my sobs at the sight of it.

She helped so much.

She did so much.

And I couldn't even let her be happy.

She showed so much love and care for me.

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Her laughter was absent the next day.

There was an empty feeling in the air.

I walked to care for the plants, and saw the flower that my grandma was taking care of.

It used to be a bright colour.

It was wilted now.

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A/N: care for your family. You never know when they'll disappear. This is so cliché though

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Bonus:

Waking into the kitchen, I looked around.

There, the dish that I forgot to clean up was now empty with only a few crumbs.

I felt a whoosh even though there was no wind, and heard the sound of a thank you.