I. I sit in the living room with my parents,

listening to the news, “more than 60 thousand people dead”. 

The old are affected the most, both grandmas, and both grandpas are in the crosshairs.

In the classroom, I want to pull my mask down and get a breath of fresh air, but at the end of the week, 

I’m going up north with my grandparents, and I have to follow social distancing and mask rules.   

ii. “It's nothing more than a common cold” “Masks don't work”

These thoughts go through my head as my grandpa lies in the hospital bed and I can only watch from outside. I think to myself, “Maybe if I kept my mask down all those times If I kept my distance and actually listened to social distancing, would he still be here today?”

iii. I start to remember all our memories, our days at the race track, where my grandpa spent most of his time. The times we went up to the cottage to put in the pier together, all the little moments we had together, started flying through my head, and then it went silent.