FLASHBACK_
I was only twelve years old when my world crumbled.
That day, I waited anxiously for grandma to pick me up from school as usual. But she never came.
Mrs Thompson, my teacher, decided to drive me home instead. I thought she did so because she grew tired of waiting for Grandma too.
I was wrong.
She wore a long face throughout the ride and kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, but I didn’t care. I only wanted to see my grandma.
As we turned onto our street, I saw an ambulance, police cars, and crowd of people, especially familiar faces from the neighborhood gathered outside our house.
Confused, I walked past and everyone just stared at me, speaking in hushed tones. Some were even crying. I went into the house and grandma wasn’t there to give me an explanation.
So I re
