I love my great-grandma, but I don't like going to visit her.
I used to love driving all morning to get to her house then staying all afternoon to visit, but it just isn't the same since she moved into a nursing home. It's all just very... depressing. The whole atmosphere of the place. My great-grandma, of course, is still sharp as a tack and probably wouldn't even be there if her body wasn't giving out in her old age, and that's sad to think about. At the same time, though, I want to go see her, and I know she enjoys seeing our family. So naturally I hate that I don't like going to visit, and it makes me feel like an awful human being.
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