My great-grandmother died last night. After I was informed, my dad came in to my room to talk about it while I was trying to fall asleep. He was all like, "I know this is difficult..." and I was all like, "Dad she was a hundred and two years old." And then a few minutes later my mom comes in, hugs me, and is like, "Your father told me to comfort you. I know she was super old right? Goodnight."

















