GrandMa, the Bougainvillea

Abrar AbuHamdia

Abrar AbuHamdia

A call rushed me to the hospital. I cherished my time serving there, but I never imagined witnessing my grandma's passing in that very place. All I remember are flashes: the emergency room, her soft, shining face, the corpse washer, the cemetery, the funeral, and my undergraduate thesis. I couldn't attend her funeral, nor summon the strength to defend my thesis.

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