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I Don’t See My Grandma in My Dreams Anymore
“Hallo! Wie geht’s?” I yelled into the dark condo after pushing open the front door.
No answer. Silence filled my ears instead of my German grandma’s usual greeting. Something was wrong. My grandma was supposed to be home.
“Oma? Wo bist du? Ich heisse Missy,” I screamed into the darkness.
No response. Where did you go, Grandma? Why aren’t you here? You’re always here.
Tears streamed down my face as I continued screaming that my name was Missy. My grandma knew my name, but I was worried there was a stranger in her home. My grandma would never ignore me like this.
I crept carefully around the dark apartment. The curtains were pulled tightly, blocking any traces of sunlight. The lights were off. The TV was off. The radio was off.
The condo appeared empty, but I felt uneasy. It felt like someone — or something — was in the home with me, but I knew it wasn’t my grandma. My grandma didn’t exude this type of bad energy.
I wanted to leave, but what if my grandma needed help? I couldn’t just abandon her. I knew she wasn’t in the home, though. There was no point in staying.
