User blog comment:SQhi/The cruelty of life: Admissions of an editor in tetiary education/@comment-24904945-20130219002641/@comment-24904945-20130219003421

Oh, and sorry for your grandfather. I know how you felt, because in the 6th grade, one of my best friends passed away. It was an unliekly friendship, but we soon got along. Over the summer, she had gotten lung cancer and died. I bawled my eyes out. I couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep. I couldn't even practice drawing because of how sad I was!

Truth be told, this best friend was my African Clawed Frog, Pulu. My uncle was supposed to look after her, but then all he did was smoke next to her, and I always put her bowl in a room with fresh air. She was a part of the family, and I always put time aside to play with her.

My favorite thing about her was that she ate liek Cookie Monster...