I share my bedroom with my terminally ill grandmother
My parents say it’s only for awhile until...until the end comes
Well it’s been three months and the end doesn’t seem to be any nearer
In order to save money my parents rented an old respirator
Sometimes at night it sputters and stops
I’m suppose to wake up and jiggle it so that it turns back on
It happens almost every night
It freaks me out
Last night I told my parents I was really really tired
Because i had ran a marathon at recess
Then I went to bed early.....
I heard the machine sputter some time late in the night
I didn’t move
That morning when mom came in I pretended I was still deep in sleep
Grandmother had passed on during the night...
While mom was boxing up the respirator
She told me not to be upset
‘A little boy like me must have been so tired after all that running’
That’s what she said
I wasn’t running at recess
I was stuffing toilet paper into the toilets at school with Chuck and Randy
Chuck and Randy are good friends to have cause they have been held back a couple of grades
they are coming over to the house today
We’re going to dress up in my grandmothers clothes and light some fires
I’m a messed up little guy