it was that one day in may... mother came crying home. she was in her room, sobbing uncontrollably, but then i saw her phone. it laid, screen-up, on the bed making the room glow with an eerie light. frightened by the haze, i picked up the phone, but what met my eyes was a casual sight. my mom was messaging in her friends group chat. "well that's not so bad," one would think. but, what was written, in that messaging platform, made my heart rapidly sink. "hello, my friends, I'm not doing so well," is a part of what it said. "i might not be able" "to meet up as much," "because my grandmother is... dead." i run out of the room, sobbing, devastated, with undying sadness that will never cease. and i pray for nothing but the very best of her, up there in heaven, Pankajam Ramamoorthy, rest in peace.
fly high, great grandmother. ... I love you. now. always. forevermore.
