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Who thought the bus would be full on a Sunday morning?
Definitely not me.
It was more than shocking to see that my seatmate would be someone's grandmother.
To avoid feeling anxious, I put my black headphones on and listen to some calming music. Usually I don't share a seat with anyone.
What day is today and why is it so important? I don't recall it being a holiday or anything like that.
Whatever, it really doesn't trouble me.
The not so populated town my grandparents stay in is about one hour and a few minutes away from where I live. My mother moved to the city I currently live in so she could have a chance to be more recognized.
She was a very smart woman. Too bad the world lost someone as amazing as she was.
Thankfully, I was able to take the place by the window. I can watch everyone— or more like spy on them. It's a really fun thing.
It's cloudy outside, so I decided to wear a dark blue hoodie plus some sweatpants.
The old lady next to me unwraps a tissue in which there's a sandwich, then starts munching on it. It stinks, but I don't have the heart to tell her to not eat it.
I completely turn my head so I'm facing the window, deeply hoping that the smell wouldn't reach me.
It doesn't, so I close my eyes and enjoy the music playing in my ears. Soon I find myself drifting away as my senses knock out, driving me into a peaceful dream.
After some minutes— fifty, to be exact— I feel someone shaking me. Slowly opening my eyes and looking the other way, I realize it's that lady.
"Pardon me for daring to wake you up." she apologizes, taking her wrinkly hands off me.
"It's alright, thank you." I bow my head and get up, waiting for her to walk away first.
Everyone else on the bus left already. I must have overslept.
With a tiny jump I get off the bus, continuing to walk in the direction of my favourite place. My safe space, even.
It doesn't take me too long to get there since it's not far away from the bus station. All I have to do is go right around a corner and walk straight a few meters.
When the house comes into vision I go up to the door and knock. I wait. And wait, and wait and wait again. But there's no response.
Are they not home? maybe I should've called, I think while checking my phone as I sit down on the small bench on the terrace.
It's about nine. Maybe they're at the church? I recall them being very religious. Or maybe they're at the cemetery, visiting their daughter.
Right, I should as well. But ever since she died I didn't even consider visiting.
