The warm stagnated air filled the house on that Saturday, the mobile phone beeped, and as far as I know, my grandmother who is suffering from dementia has to stay over our place for a night. Understanding her current condition, she feels disoriented whenever she goes from someplace to another. She would definitely cause many nerve-racking troubles, and the verdict is: YOUR DAMN DAY IS RUINED. She isn't the cool grandmother which you an hang out with anymore. Having her with you feels like a burden. She has became terribly dependent, that's not a very huge matter. The thing is that she literally does not know what she is doing, and sometimes might think back to the early 70s, when my grandpa was still alive. From sane to insane, she might bathe 6 or 7 times a day, or even hoard whatever she thinks is hers but isn't, and even hide your car key somewhere and deny being guilty. And expecting her to have good memory at this stage, that's likely impossible. At this moment she asks you something, seconds later, she pesters you again. This affair goes on and on until you disappear from her sight, it goes on like a record which repeats the last bit of the last song over and over again until you stop the machine.
If only time could rotate anticlockwise to the past. My grandma was a very brave person, not afraid of any threats nor rats. She was active in the stock markets, good in cooking, and nourishing nine children with great sense of responsibility. She never uttered a single complaint taking care of that many kids. She had six daughters and three sons. All of them were different in every way. Some were hot-tempered, some were irresponsible, some were nice, and some washed their bloody hands too clean that they gave all sort of reasons for not looking after my demented grandmother.
~END OF PART ONE~
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