Flare
I was just crying. For the nth time, I was yelling at Grandma. I do not know how to hold my temper anymore. As soon as I get an irk, it bursts forth like a bullet from a gun, and with it my mouth spurts out the words you would wince upon hearing. Only after I have yelled does it dawn on me what I had done. And that there was no getting back those moments. The anger was on and then it was not. And then realization sets in on how wrong I was to behave like that towards Grandma who has done nothing wrong save for being an Alzheimer's patient. I was the one in the right mind, why didn't I become the bigger person? I should have taken care of her instead of maligning her. I should have taken care how I reacted. I should have reacted more gracefully than the bumbling, ingrate fool that I had become. I can't imagine how Grandma felt while I was yelling at her. She must have been so confused and lonely. She won't know how sorry I am, though. Because I know in the coming days