Fallen Queen

Today is the celebration of my grandma's birthday.
Erm, we actually don't know her real birthday. But we celebrate it at the last Sunday before schools reopens.
Like every year since I have memories, we (the big gang of people) gathered together at my grandma's place to have lunch, spend time together and go and have dinner.
The feeling is like.. different.
Why?
Maybe I've grown older.
Not true.
It's like.. Everyone is so busy and caught one with their own things. When we were kids we just enjoyed being together. It's like now, my brothers and everyone has their own family (Which keeps them off my back, a good thing) but everyone really seems too caught up in their world to care about others.
My grandma is much older than I last remember her to be. Her eye bags under her eyes make her look so sad. And she no longer has the physical power to do a lot of stuff without help.
And perhaps the saddest thing is, people don't care. It used to be, grandma says, you do. Now it's like, grandma says, you agree, but do otherwise behind her back. There's so much disagreement and unhappiness.
I used to look at grandma like she's unbeatable. She's the queen of the house, and the person who owns everything and everyone. She used to be. She didn't change. They did. It's so sad to me. It's like I'm the only one who cares about her.
Happy Birthday Grandma. You'll always be the Queen In My Heart.