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Give Your Grandma a Hug

Summary:

“Give your Grandma a hug,” Dad says.
But I look at her, and I don’t want to.
Because a part of me—the part that doesn’t have words—knows that Something is Wrong.

Notes:

i wrote this while speculating how my niece must have felt visiting my mom.
I hope you enjoy (or at least get something out of) reading this <3

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“Give your Grandma a hug,” Dad says.

But I look at her, and I don’t want to.

She’s dirty—face flaky, hair brittle and unwashed, teeth looking like they’ve never been brushed.

She smells gross—like old food and bad breath and the bathroom.

She’s… weird—expression vacant, eyes hollow and staring at nothing—like she doesn’t even know I’m here.

I look at her, and I’m scared.

Because a part of me—the part that doesn’t have words—knows that Something is Wrong.

 

Because that part of me knows it’s not Grandma that I’m scared of.

I’m scared because I do not understand why.

Why is nobody taking care of her?

How come her clothes are never clean?

Who decided it’s not important to brush her hair?

 

I’m scared of the way Dad looks at her—sad, frustrated, disgusted, hopeless—

Because I notice even Dad doesn’t want to hug Grandma.

But Grandma is his Mom.

That’s so sad—I love hugging Mom.

 

“Be a Good Girl and give your Grandma a hug,” Dad says again.

I want, very badly (desperately, even), to be a Good Girl.

So I hold my breath,

I grit my teeth,

And I give my Grandma a hug.

 

Because maybe, I hope beyond hope,

That if I’m a Good Girl,

I can avoid ending up like Grandma.

Notes:

please note, this is not a story meant to say "wow, being around elders with dementia is sooo uncomfortable, isnt it" and stop there.
i wanted to highlight the themes of ableism and disposability, that we all understand and pick up on to some degree, even (or maybe especially) kids.
(As well as the shitty traditional "value" of forcing kids to hug random people on command.)
thank you for reading <3 would love to hear any thoughtful reflections, if it made you think of anything, etc.