When Grandpa had run away the fourth time, that door had been locked. It wasn’t safe, they said, and Aneesh could understand why.
Ten months later, the illness finally got the better of him. No one else had noticed it, but Aneesh knew his grandfather had wilted during his last days.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” said a neighbor, coming to visit his family after a long time.
Aneesh heard his mother reply, but he couldn’t help but feel the man didn’t mean what he said.
“I understand you now, Grandpa,” he whispered to no one, looking longingly at the backdoor that was still locked.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
2nd April, 2018)