7 Anon : 2010/12/24(Fri) 17:36:30 ID:y2u3sExX0
My Grandpa passed away when I was 4.
After the funeral, we were heading to crematory
I asked Dad “Where are we going?”
“We are going to burn Grandpa” said Dad.
I didn’t quite get what it meant then and fell asleep.
I was at home when I opened my eyes.
After a while Mum said “Dinner’s ready!”
The menu at that night was grilled pork with ginger on it.
My Dad started eating it with sobs, so it made me believe that
the meat was Grandpa and I hesitantly started eating it as well.
Since I loved my Grandpa so much, I said “Yummy Grandpa” with sobs.
Hearing this, Dad started crying so much and Mum asked me if I could see Grandpa being with us.
I, thinking that the meat in front of me was no doubt my grandpa, answered “He’s in front of us.”
Then Mum begun to cry too, and I cried even harder.
It’s in 10 years time I get to know the favourite of my grandpa was grilled pork
Since that day, whenever Mum cooked meat I asked her “Who’s this? Who is this?”
She then said “Not ‘who’, just say ‘what’ ”
It’s really embarrassing but I had been thinking all meat was humans by the time I turned 10.
