What am I going to do without my grandmother? I can't take her business because I cant. I don't want to see her lovely smile infront of the door in her workplace when I came in. I want her back but I can't.
I wish I have a time travel machine so that I can go back from the time we talk everyday for almost five to six hours. Hugging me so tight when she missed me from school. Buying me dresses from my aunt's little dress shop and my favorite choco moose cake from Red Ribbons. Finally, I heard my grandmother's last words to me in the hospital last week before her soul left her body.
" You always know I will be always at your side. Hugging you while you're asleep. Watching you do your chores. I will miss you my baby grand daughter. Take care of your self. Goodbye. "
That's when her fingers dropped from holding my hands and face and closed her eyes.
I felt the tears coming from my eyes, I wiped it and the another tear from my eyes came and I can't stop it until I burst into a quiet baby-cry. "I----I want my grandmother ba--back." My voice was shaken.
I'm hugging my body to warmth it from the cold breeze coming from my window. My arms hugging my shoulder while my growling stomach rested in my bent knee.
I haven't eaten yet since the day my grandmother was buried. I don't want to eat I don't have the appetite. My roommate, Jessa, had brought me meal every breakfast, lunch, and dinner from her work just for me. She is going home by 7:30 from her work in the restaurant five blocks away from our apartment but I still didn't eat the foods. She will scold me again because she don't want to see me not eating and crying and staring in anything everyday.
Besides from the burying of my grandmother, I am also homesick from Atlanta. I want to go home but I can't I am the bread-winner in our family. They need money for the monthly tuition fee of my 9-year-old little sister, Szamara .
Every month I go to my cousin's house to send it to my family because every month she go back to Atlanta to visit her mother because her parents are seperated and now she's with her father with her stepmother, which she call mama "Dumber "(derived from the word dumb). I'm still lucky my family lives happy and peaceful without me.
While I'm thinking and flashbacking my story while staring at my closet some black spots blocked my vision then I blinked it's still there until my vision blocked out.
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When I woke up Jessa appeared in my face. And I immediately woke up from my bed.
"Gosh! Jessa what are you doing? You freaked me out with that creepy smile looking at me!"
"Oh sorry, I am just looking in your hair it is so pretty and shiny." Covering her mouth to keep from laughing.
"You are jelous to me because your hair is wavy? Uhuh. Your hair is so pretty. It adds beauty to your face."
"Whatever. I am going out. I need to work," she said gesturing to the door and grabbed her bag. Wait. What? She will work? At night?
"You will work at night? Your not in a nightshift?" I said.
"No I mean I will go out in the night market. My another work. For the family. You know bread-winners living here." Then we both laughed.
When she will open the door she said, "Hey forgot about your grandmother. Remember she said to you? She will be always at your side. Don't be taken away by that moments. Go back to your work in the TYN Studio. Ok? If you will not come back there, "
Fixing her hair to a braid that I really lived the most.
"I don't know if there is a work you will come back again. Bye! Lav ya! Tomorrow go back to the studio."
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