Sounds horrible, doesn’t it? Like something from a gothic novel, a wicked child rejoicing in a twisted inheritance. But this isn’t some tale of greed or desire for wealth. It’s simpler, uglier, and far more painful.
The day my grandmother died was the best day of my life. There was this suffocating weight that lifted off my shoulders, a sense of liberation I hadn’t known I needed. My grandmother was a dark cloud forced-to-be reckoned with.
The funeral was a small affair. I stood beside my mother, both of us dressed in black, watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. My father had into his own
Writer: Lizzie Chan Technical
Editor: Try Riduwan Santoso
Cover: Kuncir Sathya Viku Layout: Raden Tasya
Jumlah halaman: 116
ukuran buku: A5 (21cm)