Today i lost my grandfather.
I woke up with the smell of the rise that was coming from the kitchen. My mom was cooking lunch, it was 1 pm. The phone rang and while she was talking she made that 'sorry face'.
-" Your grandfather died today." she said. I didn't know what to say and I started to yell: Thank you for taking me to meet my grandfather before he died mom!
And she got angry but she didn't yell back. Actually why should I be sad about a human who didn't call once to ask how i am. He didn't even care about me, even I was his youngest grandchild. He only cared about his land, his big houses, his money...