Grandma's most prominent tumor is so fucking big.

its about the size of a tennis ball.

on her neck.

its so growing so big that it stretches the skin over it to breaking point.

there has been a wound on it for some time now.

normally my uncle tends to it.


today, when i was removing the dressing over it before Grandma's bath.

i nearly tore her delicate skin.

when i lifted the gauze,

it stuck to the open wound.

gingerly, i peeled it open.

wincing as if i could feel her pain.

and kept asking her if she felt it, which she denied.

i saw that the wound was already about the size of a ten cent coin.

under the skin,

with an appearance of white, the colour of innocence





i came face to face with Grandma's murderer.




words can't express how i feel right now.