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Please write a short story about a young man going home to see his sick granny.
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Frankly, Tane was hesitant to go home. It had been a few years since he lived at home, and at least six months since he had visited last. Phone calls were always short and distant. So unlike how they used to be. Still, that was then, and this is now. Maybe it's because old people don't like using the phone. Maybe it's weird to them. Who knows. I watch the emerald green landscape slide past the train windows ignorantly. They don't even know. Stupid sheep.

The train arrived and I gave my dad a big hug. It's weird but would be weirder not to. "Granny's pretty sick, she's probably going to be heading out in a few days. I'm glad you made it, son.' I say, 'I wouldn't have missed it, quietly wishing I was elsewhere. The arrogance of youth, eh?

Walking into Granny's house, the place is creepy and silent. None of the cheerful records playing. Granny isn't humming and singing and dancing along. Granddad isn't out in the workshop, tools whirring and grunting noisily. It's like a tomb, I think to myself and shudder. The door to Granny's room is open, and a stiff antisceptic smell is wafting out. There's Granny, asleep in bed. Her pale hands clutch a white handkerchief spotted with dirty red-brown blood. She looks so tiny, like a frail rag doll, not the powerful woman who had spent so many years of her life helping me.

I sit quietly on the chair next to her and watch her ragged breathing. Slow, agonizing breaths - deep and labored. I don't remember what it is. They won't or can't tell me. Something that starts with a p, Granddad said. It doesn't matter. She's going to be taken away. Like a door shutting forever, never to be opened again. The room is close and quiet, and tears stream down my face. I rock and sob quietly, trying not to wake Granny. Eventually, I get a hold of myself and Granny opens her eyes. 'Oh my boy, I didn't think you'd make it,' she whispered, weakly. 'I'm here, Granny, I say. I'm here.'