Chapter 14- Life and Death
This chapter I'm gonna tell a story, a story of my life.
*Cues the music*
Before I was born, like when my mom was sixteen, my grandma's mom told my mom and aunt,
"All I want in life is to see your three children."
Three years later, my mom had me. Four days after my birth, my great grandma had a stroke.
She also had dementia. The disease was eating at her brain but my grandma wouldn't let her go, so she put her on life support.
Eight years later, my first cousin was born. It was the first boy in the family. But two days before his birth, my other grandma died.
But by now, the disease already ate half of my other great grandma's brain. She didn't know anything, she didn't know how to speak, she didn't know how to eat, she didn't even know how to move.
But three years later on June 28, 2015, she died. She died of old age. But exactly one month later, my sister, Sofia, was born. July 28, 2015.
The children of Jeanna Pak, my mom, and Lora Pak, my aunt, are considered a bad omen by everyone else in my family.
We aren't shunned, but we aren't liked. People say that our presence kills.
That we are a disease.
That I gave my great grandma a stroke and gave her dementia. That my cousin killed my other grandma. That my sister killed my great grandma.
That's the story actually. My mom and aunt think that it's just a coincidence, but I don't know what it is.
Yours Truly, BlackAbegnation😘😘
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The rant book
HumorRant; to speak or declaim extravagantly or violently, talk in a wild or vehement way. - That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm ranting on and on about things that piss the hell out of me. This is my opinion. I'm only writing this so I don't kill someone...
