I’ve spent days wondering about that question, the one that adults never have the right answer to, that teachers never make you learn. I remember the flat, seeing the empty armchair where you used to sit, and wondering if you were ever really there at all. The day the ambulance came you didn’t say goodbye. I didn’t know where to send it so I wrote your full name on the line where it said “Address”. “I hope you read this Granny”, I whispered into the air as I heard the letter fall into the box.