May 10, 2007
When i stare at her.
I pity her.
What had gotten her to be like this?
What caused this?
I look at her.
She's sitting there.
After showering, I look at her.
She's still there.
Hours later, playing with my laptop, I look at her.
Still there.
She's the most punkrockest nenek anybody could have known.
The only most fun thing that she can do is smoke.
And?
Tt's it.
I pity my grandmother.
She has partially lost her memory.
She can only remember her children.
And she doesn't call me by my name.
She hates my maid, sometimes mistaking tt the maid is my grand dad's 2nd wife.
And now.
She's old.
Not getting younger by the minute.
And no one cares for her.
And she's lost.
Sometimes when eating,
I see her cry silently on the food itself.
Maybe she's misses my grand dad.
Or hates my house.
And wonders where is her children?
I don't know.
I feel sad for her.
I didn't realise how fortunate I am to still be young & senile.
Go to school, meet friends, hang out, shopping, blah3.
And her?
Sit down on the chair.
For HOURS.
Practically the whole day.
Because she cant wash the plates or anything like tt.
She'll mistake chilli sauce for a drink.
& think that a bright yellow sponge is a cake.
Because tt happened before.
Which is why she is always asked to sit, sit & sit.
And she is angry.
Most of the time.
She has gotten trapped in her memories,
The memories of a better time,
And she can't bring herself to accept a world she doesn't want to live in.
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