I haven't been home for a whole year. When I went back from the winter vacation, my grandma and grandpa picked me up at the train station and stayed at their house for two days, and then my grandfather took me home. When I was about to get home, my grandfather said that your grandfather was gone. This sentence was like "I'll be home in ten minutes" and didn't stay in my head for a few seconds. I said "Huh?" That's it.
When I got home, my grandmother was there, and she must have known that I was back today and was waiting for me. Nobody talks about it anymore.
Until now, piecing together bits and pieces of information I'd heard from my family, I knew it was a car accident. I didn't know I would be so indifferent at the time. However, it gave me the same feeling as if my grandfather happened to go to my aunt's house. During the Chinese New Year, I went to my grandma's house on the first day of the new year, and my uncle mentioned it again, but he didn't say a lot, and then I shed some tears, just a few. I don't know the specific date, I don't know the specific situation, and I don't even know where my grandfather's grave is now. I dare not ask. My younger brother said that my grandfather had a lot of opinions on my attitude. In the eyes of the elderly, I was really a cruel and cold-blooded person. Of course, he never talked about it in front of me, and he still loves me as always.
My mother kept saying that I didn't kiss my grandfather, saying that he was so strict that children didn't like him, as if explaining it for me.
Since then, my uncles and aunts have always felt estranged a lot, and I don't dare to see them. I always feel that they must all have opinions on me. As for whether it is so, I don't know.
It seems that the more people face close relatives, there are some things that will never be communicated frankly.
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