Fiction Keisha Hsiao Fiction Keisha Hsiao

The Chair

It had only been three days since my grandmother’s funeral. It was surreal seeing aunts, uncles, and cousins I hadn’t seen in years. Not a single one had made effort visiting Grandma Edie while she was still alive. They only knew her when times were tough and they needed rescuing. In spite of everything she did for her children and grandchildren, they left her alone to die.

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