Burning rage hissed through my veins like a deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; anger sweeping off me like ferocious waves. I have white knuckles from clenching my fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, my hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. I knew my face was red with suppressed rage, and when my granddaughter Vanessa set her hand on my shoulder in comfort, I That was the breaking point of my patience. At that moment, I was blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. I reached out. When my hand met her face, she fell to the ground wailing in pain, as I tried to shake the aching after taste, upon the ta
