It was a New Year. What she loved most about the first month of the year was that it gave her a chance to open up the new diaries that her grandfather would be gifted. He wouldn’t use all of them. She would carefully keep track of the one he would keep. It would…
She watched him breathe deeply, watched his stomach rise up and down while he slept. He farted even in his sleep, aside from farting through the day, at odd unexpected times, in front of people, so much that she never grew up thinking it was odd to fart in public.
