"My Grandmama died. They want me to kiss my dead Grandmama.
I am nine years old. No fooking way!"
What nine-year-old kid wants to go to a funeral?
Even it if was Grandmama's wake.
I had comic BOOKS to read, movies to see, TV shows to watch, little girls to tease and Tonka TRUCKS that had to be destroyed.
Fook a funeral!
I dreaded funerals!
But my mother was making me go whether I wanted to go or not.
Grandmama was cool wh...