After the Countdown
"Dad is still the same, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Yesterday, he suddenly said he wanted to buy you some candy because you loved candy when you were little, but Mom stopped him, saying you wouldn't lack candy where you are."
Leaves fell down and landed on her head.
I watched her stand up and brush the dirt off her pants, then limped down the hill.
I looked down at my hands. They were transparent, nearly invisible in the sunlight.
Finally, it was all over.
But they still had to live.
They had to live carrying regret, guilt, and the karma Grandma talked about.
The wind blew, rustling the grass on the graves.
I looked up to see Grandma standing not far away, waving at me.
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