Chapter Nineteen

I was back home, and back in my room. Home, sweet home. I told my parents, yes, both came to pick me up, that I had jetlag and need rest.

"Your grandparents are coming later to see you. So, get some rest. I'm making your favourite meal for dinner."

Soon enough, the house was full.

I needed this. I needed my family around me. I knew my parents were pretending like they were in a good relationship, for me, or at least for a while. I knew that, eventually, I must face the problem. Their divorce. But now was not the time. My grandparents were each other's high school sweethearts and have been married for 50 and more years. I envied them.

"You look sad, sweetheart," my grandma looked at me, "Love?"

It's true what they say, old women are the wisest.

"Yeah, but it will go away."

"Do you want it to go away?"

"The pain, yes. Him, no. I want to be wherever he is. Because, he makes me feel alive, and…. he makes me want to live!" I started crying, and she hugged me hard.

I don't know how long she had hugged me, but I heard my parents calling for dinner, and my grandma wiped my tears and smiled.

We went downstairs and began eating dinner. We talked, we laughed, tried to explain to our grandparents how twitter works. It was an evening full of laughter.

That's when I decided to let the past go. I had now, and I need to appreciate it.

So, I called Michel, "Hey Michael, can you put Anna on the phone?"