There was time when you could feel free . You could feel the sadness of a heartbreak , the excitement of new shoes for a new school year .You could feel . My grandparents spoke of it . I could always be free with my grandma . Apparently there was this old saying she tells me , “You will always have a shoulder to cry on “ . I have only ever heard her speak to me that way . She is kind , she uses her hands to cover her smile . If they ever found out about what lays underneath, she would never feel again . She says that “she was out of the country “ . she briefly dated a man who lived in Mexico . Every year his family would go out of town . She was never counted for . It was the year of 2025 , everyone thought it was so cool to never have to carry a wallet again ? I have only seen pictures of wallets . My nanny d222 was able to pull up a picture for me , of course only generated by AI . My grandpa says she is AI too but she is family to me . My grandma used to tell stories of back in her day , she has a secret name even I can not risk writing here even if she is gone . Like I said she was not counted for .

I wish she could be in pictures . My kids may never know what she looks like . She says the government wanted to track us and not actually just replace wallets . I have always had this silver wrist . In 2333 nobody got to have wallets anymore . There was not really a need for them . I miss her so much . My mom would understand if she could . Sympathy is not something we are allowed to feel anymore . I know deep in my heart she misses my grandmas shoulder too . She will never admit to it but nobody understands and never will be able to .

My grandpa has always been a man of few words , he is very literal. He says sometimes water comes out of his eyes when the allergies are bad . I can not understand allergies if we have no more trees and no more grass . I read trees in a book my grandma left under her pillow . The same book in her purse when she left . She took that book everywhere . I do Remember grass but I was very young . It seems like the same water that comes from my eyes when I see pictures of her .

The day my grandpa died was a cold day . The weather outside was so cold . My mom just like him , she does not say much . It is safer if nobody says anything . I never really understood that either . I love to talk to people but maybe it was moments like this nobody has much to say . My mom tells me to keep it short , I love to get “worked up “ . There were men that came to every place I have ever been , my mom says they are police . They wear black suits and they all look the same . They were there . The day was cold . Should they be wearing jackets thicker like the rest of us ? We all had to wear the same ones but these are the nice ones . My other pair is for the summer , I wish sometimes I could wear something else but what else would there be to wear ? I continued to talk about how my grandpa got to be with my grandma again . I thought of my grandma and how much she loved him . It was the only thing I saw that was different. It was like the movies , i also saw trees in those . I felt the water start to come out of my eyes as I spoke of her . My mom faced immediate to me and told my family I was getting too worked up again . She told me to cover my face with my hands under her breath .

The police were now looking at me ? Why did my mom tell me to cover my eyes ? And why are they walking towards me ?

My mom grabs me and pushes me to the side of her , my jacket was crinkled where my jacket met her hand . I had never seen this look on my mothers face . I did not know what this meant . I swear I saw water in her eyes as well . They grabbed her , as soon as they approached us . I miss my mother . They told me when I got to prison with her they were gonna ask her some questions and it has been weeks . I wonder if she missed my grandma too . I hope where they took my grandpa , she is there too .