“Hi Gogo,” I greeted quietly, sitting down on the grass. I brushed away all the dead leaves and dirt, cringing at how I’d made a mistake of not coming here sooner. “Sorry I haven’t visited you in two months,” I said, swallowing back a lump in my throat. “Things have been…hectic lately,” I said taking out the old, withered flowers from the vase, replacing them. “Not to worry though. It’s nothing I can’t handle though,” I said smiling as I sat back down when the tombstone looked as presentable as possible. “I miss you Gogo,” I admitted quietly. “Things were so much easier and peaceful when you were with me,” “They know,” I said quietly. “They found me, and they know who I am,” I picked at the hoodie strings. “My father wants me dead, apparently,” I let out a humourless laugh. “I don’t even know why. It’s not like I’m a threat to him, you know,” “It’s crazy, isn’t it grandma?” I looked at her grave, a heavy feeling settling in my chest. I mis
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