Oh, my grandmother died in 2010 because of those stupid nurses who only cares about how they look.
Today, my parents decided to bring me to pray to her for no reason. I’m fine with that. I miss her anyways.
I’m a Buddhist. So, I go to a temple. Today was interesting because I get to see many old people wearing black robes and praying to Buddha.
My mum brought my grandmother some fruits and four servings of vegetable rolls.
Sometimes, it makes me wonder what will happen when I die. Where do we go. And especially why there are so many religions in this world. Really strange huh?