Stuck in two positions. 1) When you want to make things better, but you can't. 2) When you can do something to make things better, but you don't want to.

1) So I met granny A today for lunch. Poured her heart out as I sat and received disapproving glares from strangers who assumed I caused her to tear. I realise I'm so much like her. Felt that sense of emptiness when she left back to her lonely space. She held my hand as she struggled up the stairs, and it hurts to know that just 'yesterday', I was the one holding on to her for dear life when my tiny feet took its first steps. I couldn't let her go alone, I wanted to be with her. All I hoped for that very minute, was for the hands of time to stop, just pause for a day or so.

2) Apparently, granny B collapsed and is in the intensive care unit. I don't know her, except for the fact that she loves the same perfume granny A loves. Anais Anais by Cacharel. The first time I met her while daddy fought for his life after a drunk driving accident, I felt a sense of familiarity. The smell of the perfume made me feel I was standing next to somebody I knew well, a sense of acquainstanceship. Or was it something else that made me feel that way? Promised daddy I'll be there to see him for lunch tomorrow and visit granny B. I shouldn't have. Or should I? I don't even know my dad, what more his mother? I don't even know what to say, or feel. Now I hope for the hands of time to go faster. Skip a few days or so, till she's all well and they're on their flight back home.

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