Solace

I don't know what my granny is feeling. How is it like to remember things and forgetting it the next moment? I feel so helpless & so broken hearted for her. I looked at my cousins, bunch of strangers gathered together for the reason that we somehow shared some traits thanks to certain DNA.

She seemed happy though, on her own. Singing songs, doing people watching, time to time walking to the corridor. Occasionally, she asked you who're you, how old are you. She is lost track of time. Time doesn't really matter to her.

I wanted to do more, I don't know how or what to begin with.