One week later,
Monday,
11 February, 2019.
BROOKE CLAYTON.
I looked at the flyer in my hands for the Valentine party the medical faculty were hosting. There's no way I'm going to this but yet my heart was yearning for the party. Maybe this party was the break that I've been looking for, but it was just one night.
I looked at my watch it was past two and I was done with my classes and had no cleaning calls today, so I board a bus and headed to my grandpa's retirement home.
"Marie!. It's so nice to see you, you're getting more beautiful". My grandpa's friends and care givers greeted as I entered. I smiled at them thanking them as I made my way to my grandpa's room.
"Grandpa”. I sang as I walked into the room, but was met with a deafening silence and a very
