Трамвай №13

This is how this world works: in childhood, we first encounter death when our grandparents pass away. Memories of them remain, which become brighter, clearer and more saving with each passing year. Their cozy, unhurried stories, warm kitchens and truly special friendship. Sometimes I mentally consult with them in moments of choice. What would Grandma say? "Don't worry about trifles. Everything can be fixed except death." What if this can be fixed too? It sounds like a fairy tale, but Grandma always had a fairy tale for every topic. What if I create a world in which I don't let her leave me?