When Mum first told me what was definately happening, I was okay.
But I was out in public so breaking down wasn't an option.

I managed to hold it all back for just over a day.
But they just wouldn't drop it.
The tears rolled down my cheeks, but only for a second.

It wasn't until later that day, Grannie said something that just pushed me..
"I was hurt yesterday when you wouldn't hug me. I'm upset about this too. We should grieve together."
That was it.
I snapped back at her.
I wasn't ready for hugs.
There was nothing to fucking grieve over!

After that I just went down to my room.
I just tried to forget what she had said.
I really didn't need it right now.

Then Treen came in.
She sat down and just talked to me.
When I burst into tears, she hugged me.
She told me that what I was feeling was normal.
That it was okay to hurt the way I was.
And that holding it in wouldn't help.
She listened to me and comforted me.

She really helped me in a big way.