I had argued with my grandmother. I know it doesn't sound good, but please. I'm a first year in college, and my grandmother is unable to perform her usual things, you know how old people get, a lot of things are not allowed. She's 85, and I get that being trapped in the house isn't appealing, but what I hate is that she always has to complain, always has to be angry. Im doing my best, really. I take care of her even when I'm frustrated, when I'm tired, she has to add up with shouting demands, telling me that "I'm not a slave in here because this is our house, it's only natural." I can't deny the truth in her words... but is it really true? I'm patient, very patient, even when she complains endlessly. I clean her, even when she's sick. She urinated on her bed because she wasn't feeling well that day, and then ofcourse our shared bedroom smells and I have to clean everything. The bed, her clothes, her blanket. Everything. I just exploded with the words I've been holding back for years.