Chapter 739 More Sad Things. It’s the Last One I Promise

"Grammy just sort of… existed after that. She didn't really do anything. I mean… she got up… and then she'd sit in the lounge room until it was time for breakfast… but she wouldn't cook the food… and for the first few days I didn't know I had to be the one to make it. She'd just… look at the table so lost. As if she could no longer comprehend what was going on. Like… like she knew she had something to be doing, eating, but there was no food so clear that was wrong…"

Sylvie gestured at the empty plate in front of her before sucking in a breath and continuing. "I'm… I want to say I'm ashamed to admit it took me two days to work out I needed to be the one to cook… but I think based on what I know I did quite well. So… I started to cook. Well, not really I started to prepare frozen meals and chop up what fruit and vegetables I could. Grammy would eat them, but she never really talked to me after that. Eventually though… the food in the house I knew how to prepare ran out…