Black day

Another black day tomorrow. I know it's my Grandma, but for me is remembering what happened a few months ago. Over and over again. Like scrambling wounds that didn't heal yet. I don't think I have any more tears.

Almost 13 years ago, when we faced up a terrible tragedy, I remember I was calling my Mum to tell her, what happened. She wasn't answering her phone for over an hour. Back then - I thought that when I talk to her, everything would be easier. And it was. So in a time like this...