what good could i do from such a distance? my family hovers like vultures around my grandmother's estate, nipping at each other. the siblings, not the grandkids. we're all watching in disgust and heartache.
i think they have forgotten, in her absence, that she can still see them. that their words wound still, maybe worse, for being sincere and unfiltered. now that they don't have to worry about "upsetting mom," they stab all the more vehemently. one, in particular. merciless, scathing. childish.
i want to do something. scream at them. punch one of them. anything. but i'm voiceless, paraplegic. getting into it would only mire me further, anyway.
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