I got a call asking me to come home. My grandma had fallen ill they said. So, I took one day leave from work and borded a train home. I took a taxi from the railway station. Throughout the ride home, all I could think of, was about my Grandmother. What could have happened to her for them to ask me to come home? When the taxi neared my home, I saw on the lamp post outside, a photo of my dad. I realised...
Grandma was not ill; They lied to me...
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