Wolfsbane

Grandpa was the paragon of kindness

I was fond of his wryness. 

He was such a great-grandparent. 

His personality was transparent. 

I was six years old when he died. 

The day he died, I was with him at his bedside

He was telling me to always be smart and bright. 

He said, ‘You must be fierce, life is a plight.’

All of a sudden, he started coughing. 

I was aware he was sad, but to conceal it, he was laughing. 

I didn’t want my last days to be here, but your dad won’t listen,

And I know you will obey me, so I will give you a mission.

There is a special flower in my garden 

You will cut it, mix it with ice and put it in my bourbon.

Make sure to use gloves when you cut it,

And becareful with it.

If I drink it I will recover. 

Bring it to me and you will be my saver. 

The flower is called Wolfsbane. 

Don’t tell anyone, use your brain 

I will draw you a map. 

Make sure not to be seen. Until then, I will take a nap.

You should be here by four. 

And your dad you should ignore’

I came back and brought him what I was told.

''Here have some tea. It's good for your cold

‘I didn’t put it in your bourbon because I know its alcohol 

And dad doesn’t want you to drink that at all’

My grandpa giggled as he sipped his tea with the flower in it.

''You are a smart kid. Now Take this candy and get a seat.

 Listen to me, I don’t want you to regret what you did. 

It's your grandpa from this prison you freed''

"Wow," he looked at me, horrified. Surely not a face that matched the words he let out. "What's wrong? People write about death too." I said, taking the paper from his hand. He looked through the window. Alex is a new friend of mine. I felt this special connection with him when we first met, and he made me do something I don't usually do — bring him to my house. "So, your grandpa inherited this house to you?" he asked, his facial expression didn't change.

"It's been ten years, " I replied.

"So where is the garden?"

"Well, I couldn't take care of the flowers, so it's only grass now."

"I am sorry to do this to you," he swallowed his saliva. "Take out your phone and search Wolfsbane."

The moment I looked at the screen, my whole world turned black.

The screen showed.

Monkshood (Aconitum napellus), also known as wolfsbane, is not just poisonous for wolves.  It contains a neurotoxin, aconitine,  that can kill humans and other animals.

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