I dedicate this chapter to attackonrivamika for making the best PJ joke book!

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He's my dad, that man, I'm sure of it. 100% sure of that. This is the story behind my dad:
He was always with me and Granny. I loved him and he loved me. He was nice and let me do things, and after he "died," that's when all I did was read or study. I tried to get rid of his memories. We played, the three of us. One day, when I was 9, Grammy couldn't find her glasses. Dad was angry about something, but I don't know what. But it had to do with Grammy.
"Are you that stupid that you can't remember where you put them? Seriously, Felicia, I'm being honest!" He yelled.
"I'm trying, but they're not where I always leave them at night! Can you help me?"
"Help you!? Are you serious!? Are you kidding me right now!?"
"Ye-yes, I'm serious." She seemed worried.
"Shut up. I will not let you get away with this. Upon my death, you die. Upon my cancer, you will get a stronger cancer! This is the last I will put up with you!"
This time Grammy is silent.
When he goes upstairs, I ask her, "What was that all about? Are you ok? Is he ok?"
She stays silent still. After a while, she says, "Nothing, he'll be fine, and so will I."
I'm not as sure as she sounded about that. And I think this has something to do with dad's "death," but I still don't know how.
Later that night, he died in bed. The doctors diagnosed him with a horrible sickness, but I forget what it was. I do remember I saw the body, but it must have been a fake or him pretending in order to get revenge on Grammy, and it's been a long never-ending mystery for me. But I kind of get it now. This is it. His revenge.