My heart, it’s an ice cube
Yesterday, I received the news that my grandma (mom’s mother) passed away, and I don’t feel a tiny bit sad. I didn’t grow up around her or know her. I remember when I went back to Vietnam in 2009, I was expecting my grandma to be warm to me, as she didn’t see me for 15+ years and I was excited to get to know my only grandparent. But it wasn’t like what I expected. I was just a nobody, a stranger that was related to by blood. So with her passing, I have no emotional connection with her. I know my mom does and I really hope she is doing fine. When my dad passed away, my mom breakdown so hard, it was painful to watch her cried. I also remember when my dad’s mom passed away, and he heard the news through the phone, it was my first time that I saw my dad cried. It was really sad.