Day 106: run away with the circus

Figuratively speaking though. The 17th was the day I got in a car with my parents, grandma and four cats for a four hour drive home. It felt like a circus. My mother fell asleep as she always does in the car but my grandma was surprisingly alert, as was one of her cats who would only stop meowing when someone was holding her hand.
My grandma is one of those people that feels the need to fill silence so the drive was a mix of her crying from grief and making racist comments about other drivers.
I faked sleeping so she would stop talking to me. I don’t regret it.


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