Companion

It was quite an evening with my grandma lying in the center costly. She sleeps as if there was no pain, no worries but with me giggling without understanding what was going on. And I am sure my grandma was also laughing inside with a stern face on. She is a woman who likes to keep her surrounding very close and be with them as if it was the one, no others matter. The 6-year-old me sitting there along with her side watching everyone. And I trembled as the sudden, loud, incomprehensible words from my aunt makes me wanna burst with laughter but I ended up covering my mouth with my hand knowing it was not a good idea to laugh.

Everyone cried and my father keeps gazing as he was in deep pain. But after a few hours of her lying, there was a group of gigantic, bulky men who came inside our house, tends to lift her, and carried her to a highly decorated flower cart with heavy sounds of drums and even crackers as if there was a festival and I was so excited. But then, the sadness, the pain, and the gloomy faces are at their peak.

They tend to carry her and started to walk and vanished slowly. I don't know that would be her last day of her with me. Even after years, of sitting on the balcony and peeking at the streets and the others still reminds me of her when she used to tell me her exciting stories in the village in exchange for my daily school story in a wandering chair. She just fits with me. With a strong breeze, the chair wanders, even though it sounds stupid, but I still feel her with me every evening as the same as before. It was a great loss for me to lose her, but her memories and her words made me move ahead.