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I am granny Nada. My grandson is making a movie about me.
And I feel like laughing.
This thing consumes electricity?
Battery.
Oh the battery. Well, don't film so much then.
But you charge it up.
With what?
With electricity.
Like a mobile phone?
Yes.
Aha. Oh you little devil.
I have to hug her.
You two are best friends?
Since when?
From day 1.
And we're still here.
And she really helps me a lot.
It's just that she's the negative one and I'm positive.
She eats her soup thick while I take it in sparsely.
We all want to die.
I just told the warden. 90 years is the limit where all of us should be dead.
You got me used to wishes, and today, your only wish is to die.
Maybe this place is not your home although you call it that way.
Maybe in here you're not my granny and I'm not your grandson.
Maybe the family that comes by once a week is just an acquaintance
you lament with cause it's hard to come up with a different habit within this 'home' .
Nada's Home