Everything seems to be normal but it isn’t. They all seems so happy and keep telling me to not cry. They are the crazy ones who feel no emotions, the last thing I give him was two spoons of porridge and he asked me who I was and when I told him I was his grand daughter he smiled and ate another spoonful, the second spoonful of porridge. He didn’t eat for a week and when I fed him he finally ate... they keep telling me not to cry. Feels like me and my aunt is the only one who feel grief. I carefully took care of him while the others didn’t, he was the best to me my whole life. But today when he past everyone is smiling and laughing. All they care about is how many mouth they are gonna feed, won’t even let me stand with him while waiting for the ambulance to come take him.
He is with my grandma now. I wish they both were still here. I wish I could go back to 2014 when everyone was alive. Even farther back if I can. I miss him. I have nothing of him, just a shirt I would cherish that really much.