Nobody cares

Press, 6 October 1987, Page 34

Nobody cares

By

GABRIELLE SLEE,

aged 12, of Ashburton Caring about nothing, I lay down in the daffodils and cried. I couldn’t help myself. Dad comforted me, and said, “He was getting old. He had to die one day, Katy.” Taking no notice, I ran away thinking, “How could he say that? Doesn’t anyone care, that my grandfather died?” I seemed to be the only one who loved Grandad. I heard my mother shouting, “Katy, Katy, come back!” (Huh, probably feeling sorry for

me!) Well, T didn’t care, if they felt sorry for me, as long as I lived. There’s no way I’ll listen to them. They’d just say, “It’s no use crying, your grandfather was very old. It’s over now. It’s okay.” I saw my mum and dad waiting in the car. I thought, "I’ve got to see Granddad once more.” I walked slowly over to the grave. He was lying there so peacefully. It couldn’t be true. Why did he have to die! Why?” I turned around, once more before I left. Then I ran to the car.