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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.

Puzzledex Mon 23 Feb 2026 10:58AM UTC
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