“Grandpa, how are you doing?” I said as I let out my brightest smile. I dared not tell him what I was going through, or he would worry himself so much. I knew my grandpa. He didn’t want me to be in trouble, and now was not the exception.

“I’m alright, pumpkin,” he said to me, still smiling, but I saw the smile slowly disappear.

“Pumpkin, how are you? How have they been treating you? It’s a pity that I can’t really help you out of this situation. Your parents will be turning in their graves if I die, leaving you here in a loveless marriage.” My grandpa smiled sadly...