Grandparents’ home downtown

Date: 9/4/2024

In my home town, very dystopian present time. I’m at my brother’s and suddenly realize no one’s been feeding my dog Jassy in her pen since grandma M has moved to the hospice forever! I tell my brother I’m gonna check on the dog, praying she’s still alive!! And I’m gonna take her back with me. I’m so mortified and feel so guilty!! On my way there I’m driving my brother’s car but it’s like I can’t drive, I can’t find the break pedal and keep missing cyclists by an inch! When I get downtown, it is totally unrecognizable!! Building everywhere, hot and sunny weather like it’s the Maghreb and tons of new immigrants everywhere. I can’t even find my grandparents’ street and house, so I approach the construction workers and ask. They laugh at me and can’t help me. I’m feeling lost and so sooo sorry for my hometown being invaded, destroyed and rebuilt like that, with no traditional style, by foreigners who don’t care. Then my Jassy spots me out and runs to me!! She looks like a different dog… a little more brown, shorter nose, but it’s her. She’s not entirely starving, but is hungry enough, just like everybody else’s dog there. She takes my hand in her mouth and pulls me towards grandparents’ house my dad’s been remodeling while living with uncle G. and taking care of him. The house is more modern and stylish, but at the same time very functional for uncle to live in. Bedrooms look quite the same as irl, but bathroom is different, it’s a nice greenish blue with 3 sinks and an open rain shower. I talk to uncle and run his arm, he’s doing ok, as ok as can be. He likes his house. But when I tell him I’m going to move to America I get super emotional and can’t fight back the tears. It’s the last time I see him, I know! He needs me, my dad needs me and I’m going so far away I won’t be able to help them and I feel extremely bad about it!!!