Fragments – Grandmother

“Do you think there’s even anyone else on this planet?” she says while looking out of the window at the empty community playground and the closed front doors.


“How will I make it without you, when you’re going so far away again?” is a sentence I start hearing regularly about two, three days before I leave. My heart breaks.


“Just come home,” she says, interrupting me when I’m showing her the floor plan of our flat. “Not yet,” I reply.

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