Finally.

I guess I can finally come to terms with the death of my grandfather. The house seems different somehow, not including the employment of the maid. All of us felt the massive loss. However, up till now, I still do not understand!

Why? Why do you have to be so bias against my mother? What right do you have, to say anything when you didn't even come that Sunday?

I won't rant today. Won't let it get the better of me. Damn! I ought to be happy that you came today. I thought you'll really change. I guessed wrong. I believed, wanted to believe, that you'll take us as who we are. So why are you still acting as if you're at war with my mother?

I really do not understand you.