"Hello Grandma." Kaede greeted the elderly woman, who had been in hospital for some time because she had fallen in her old people's home a few days ago. "I've brought you some daisies. You know, the ones Grandpa used to give you." the brown-haired woman continued, taking the old flowers out of the vases and walking to the sink with them.
"Daisies..." mumbled the woman, who had lowered her head slightly. "Yes, I got them from the store earlier. They were even delivered fresh today." Kaede said and put the vase with the new flowers back down.
"How are you?" she asked immediately, sitting down carefully on the bed with her. The brown eyes turned to her, in which you could barely make out anything. "You're...who again?"
Kaese breathed out softly. It was always the same. It wasn't her grandmother's fault that she was suffering from Alzheimer's. But it was often exhausting because she could hardly remember anyone.
"Kaede Tokoyami." The brown-haired girl smiled and placed her hand on her grandmother's. "Your granddaughter."
The old woman's eyes widened slightly as she took a closer look at the face. "Ahhhh...", relieved and reassured, the old woman, who had placed her hands on her cheeks, remembered. "You look...like your mother." she said slightly absently, which made Kaede smile slightly.
Kaede heard this sentence every time her grandma remembered her. Bur, it happened every time anew, that her grandma had received several tears. "Hach...if I could see her...one more time..."
Kaede put her hand reassuringly on her grandma's, which she immediately clasped and took away from her cheek. "I know." the high school student breathed to her.
Her mother had left her early. She had a lot of problems and could no longer cope with her life. On top of that, her mother suffered from a muscle disorder and had unintentionally gotten into a car accident.
Actually, it should have affected Kaede much more than it actually did in the end. She had realized early on that her mother wasn't well and that she didn't want her suffering any longer. On the one hand, Kaede was sad about her death. On the other hand, she was also somehow relieved and glad that her mother no longer had to suffer.
Her grandmother, however, had not been able to cope and shortly afterwards her own illness came. It would sound very cold to many. But Kaede was glad that her grandma had forgotten a lot. Especially about her daughter.
"Is my husband coming to visit me today?" asked the older woman. "No, grandma. Grandpa is no longer with us, you know that." Kaede said softly. Her grandpa had a happy and long life. However, it was over for everyone at some point, regardless of whether they wished to be alive any longer.
Remembering this, her grandma nodded sadly. Sometimes she herself realized that she had forgotten something important. It was like a blurred vision that had occasionally become a little clearer. She often found herself in her own world, barely aware of what was really happening.
And then, when she felt almost lost, Kaede, her granddaughter, would appear again and again. She often remembered various events with her, but these would slowly disappear again when she could no longer see her face.
"How is Kazumi?" came the question, which took Kaede by surprise for a moment. She could remember Kazumi?
A soft smile appeared as Kaede lowered her head a little. "She's fine." she said, not wanting or being able to tell her grandma that she hadn't seen her best friend. It would only make her sadder, as she had liked Kazumi very much.
"Where is she that she doesn't come to see me?" she asked afterwards. "In a happy place, I guess." Kaede smiled and hoped that this was really the case.
"But maybe you'll be happy to know that I met a girl at school who's a lot like Kazumi." Kaede smiled now and thought she should just tell her.
"Her name is Chika Hatori and she has gray hair like Kazumi." , the Tokoyami began to tell.
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The Writer Osamu FF
FanfictionEveryone has a hobby in their life that they would like to pursue. This was also true for Kaede Tokoyami, who had always enjoyed writing. It didn't matter to her what it was exactly. Poems, presentations that she had to give afterwards, final papers...