Miranda Liceaga

Forget Me Not

She was feisty, unfiltered, and stubborn. Particularly difficult, without a shameful bone in her body. She’d spit and kick if she couldn’t get her way, and I’d always be the one to restrain her when acted out. Grandma was difficult, and I always thought she hated me. So, when she passed, I felt relief. I was almost glad. She wasn’t suffering anymore, and luckily, neither would we.