Whenever anything bad happens I feel like a child. I sit quietly while the adults talk about what happened.

I could feel it coming. On the way home I just felt sad.

And then my sister called. I knew what she was going to say, so I didn't answer. I didn't want to hear it.

A minute later I hear my dad. He walks out and tells me that my grandma had passed.

So we went to go see her one last time.

I can't even think anymore.