It's been four days since my grandmother's funeral service was held. I hadn't cried a tear since just about twenty minutes ago. But I saw a bag of cotton candy on the counter. Now, whenever my sister or any grandchild in the family went to chuck-e-cheese or stonefire or a carnival or something, we would always buy a bag of cotton candy for my grandma. It was the thing to do, because it always made her smile. My sister bought a bag out of habit and didn't realize what she'd done until she got home. She doesn't even want it anymore.
I started crying so hard and I made my stomach hurt so bad that I made myself sick.
My reason for crying was the most childish thing I'd ever heard myself come up with.
Who am I gonna buy cotton candy for now?
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