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As Time Goes By

I never understood why some people desired to die. To elaborate, I could never comprehend why some people would choose to die rather than to live. Maybe it was too complicated for an eleven-year-old girl. It was something that a child who never knew pain could understand; maybe, just maybe. I was sitting on a small chair beside a hospital bed staring at a pale hand of my grandmother. My grandmother is a tailor, and every morning when I visit her I’ll hear the sound of sewing machine, with cloths scattered over the floor. She lived with her sister, who is also my grandmother, and they lived peacefully in a small four stories flat with two dogs. Life has always been happy and normal. Yet the moment I overheard my parent’s conversation about my grandma choosing to suicide rather than to live for another six months,  all I could was to wonder, “Why mom? Why does she want to die?” We were desperate; there was nothing anyone can do, not even the doctor.  I just pray that she will change her mind; praying for a miracle. I was acknowledged that today the priest will come to also pray for her to rest in peace. The sky outside the dusty glass window was orange, as if someone had painted it with an acrylic color and blended the shade of pink and red into this bright orange. I knew that I have to leave soon, because my mother would never let me stay when it is time for my grandma to leave, so I’ll never see the injection of poison into my grandmother’s vein. I never comprehended the severity of cancer, nor come to understand my grandma’s suffering. I could not do anything to save her life, but I believed in a miracle. I just prayed for her not to leave; prayed that the doctor would find a cure. Tears welt up in desperation. The next morning, I woke up due to the yellow light that seeps through the window and filled the bedroom. I knew that my mother was back, and I also knew that my grandma was gone. I could not cry that day, but I followed my daily routine as if normal. My life moved on like nothing had happened, walk my long path until today. Finally, I realized the reason why she chose to go rather than live for another six months - She didn’t want to suffer, or waste her sister’s money to breath for six months. Therefore, when I sometimes wish that time will flow fast, I would think of grandma who would wish she could live for another day.