my parents and i had
a conversation about
my grandmother.

she had passed away
two years ago because
of breast cancer.

she had suffered through
breast cancer once before
and survived but when
she got it again, she was
weaker.

the saddest thing was
that at the same time,
her daughter was asking
her for her money.
            her money.

because she didn't have
enough to make herself
happy.

her son visited her when
he could and helped her
when she needed it.

but it wasn't enough.

because while her daughter
was asking her for money,
her son didn't pay attention
to her feelings. no one did.

she started to lose the will
to live. the motivation to live.

she chose death.
she chose death over life.

she chose death because
there was no point of living.

she chose death because
nothing was getting better.

i miss my grandma.