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At my grandmother’s grand funeral, I gazed upon her peaceful figure lying in the coffin, looking as if she were merely asleep. I felt comforted when I put my head on her chest, like I had done many times as a child. Only then did I feel safe.
My grandmother had been my constant companion and greatest source of love since I could remember. During our humble beginnings, when we couldn’t afford luxuries like an electric fan, she would fan me tirelessly through hot summer nights, shielding me from mosquitoes, all while weaving enchanting bedtime tales. When I started school, she was really worried about me adjusting to the cafeteria food. She made sure to make me home–cooked meals every day and delivered them to the school gate. To her, I was her precious baby, the center of her world.
I still vividly recall the day my parents came to take me to the city for school. Clinging tightly to my grandmother, I adamantly refused to leave her side. As tears welled in her eyes, she gently assured me that she would join me in the city in a few days, a comforting lie to ease my departure.
Now, with our improved living conditions, I had hoped to provide my grandmother with the comforts. she deserved, only to have her taken from me.
Henry knew. He understood the depth of my bond with Grandma, yet he still chose Melissa over me and our cherished memories.
Overcome with grief, I couldn’t contain my anguish any longer. “Grandma, I was wrong. It’s all my fault. Please, can you come back?”
But unfortunately, grandma couldn’t hear anymore. She just laid there with a smile on her face and was buried in the soil.
I hate Henry and Melissa. They really shouldn’t have touched my grandma. I’ll make sure they pay for
this.
