Today all was great.
Met up with old high school teachers.
Mix of sad reminisce and happy memories.
Chatters and all with good old friends too.
And at night cooked up a meal for the old one.

But came to certain blood related news.
First came sadness over the situation.
Then later I was totally fucking pissed.
Like my sister said via her Facebook status.
"Finds it hard to mask disappointment in my voice"
I thought grandpa's death brought us all together.
So seems like it was all wishful thinking on my part.

Honestly, I hope they see those status updates.
And then also the evidence of pictures taken.
Be ashamed. To even dare accuse my parents.
Really! How dare you and how could you think that!
And being adults and family. Where's kinship?

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