My grandmother
My grandmother was full of light, she welcome me always, she always shared everything with me, we love each other, without words. She never lied, never, I felt safe with her, people like her are hard to find, only my father was like her. He also shared everything, everything, he never lied. My grandmother and my father would do everything for me, I would do everything for them, naturally, just like a flow, with joy.
When my grandmother passed away, they use the word “die”, I do not agree because this is not what I experienced. When she passed away, they did not let me stay with her, they send me away, they did not respect my life, my heart. I wanted to stay near her body, for as long as I wanted, they violently send me away. Rarely people have respected me, rarely people have let me live my life, rarely. They all tells me “do that”, “do that”, “don’t do that”. My life is therefore a hell, because they have no feeling, no heart. My father was very kind, they did not let me be with him. I was very sad.