My Endless Sorrow
I led him to an old house and projected a grainy surveillance recording onto the blank wall.
The footage played clearly on the wall.
At the exact moment I turned my head, Grandma Eve released her grip on the wheelchair handles and hurled herself down the slope.
My voice trembled as I finally unleashed years of pent-up frustration and injustice.
"Open your eyes and watch closely! I didn't kill her! It wasn’t me!"
Grandma had already decided to end her life long before that day. She no longer wanted to keep living, longing instead for a swift release.
That afternoon, when we went out for a walk, she insisted on taking that exact route. It was a park she knew well, and every path and turn was f