The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
I ran away from there as fast as I could.
I wanted to run faster than the speed of sound, but nobody, no matter how much pain they're in, can run that fast. So I heard the boom of my father's rifle when he shot my best friend. (2.59-2.60)
But my family had to bury my grandmother.
I mean, it's natural to bury your grandmother.
Grandparents are supposed to die first, but they're supposed to die of old age. They're supposed
to die of a heart attack or a stroke or of cancer or of Alzheimer's.
THEY ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO GET RUN OVER AND KILLED BY A DRUNK DRIVER! (22.82-22.85)
People had either ignored me or called me names or pushed me.
But they stopped after my grandmother died.
I guess they realized that I was in enough pain already. Or maybe the realized they'd been cruel jerks.
I wasn't suddenly popular, of course. But I wasn't a villain anymore.
No matter what else happened between my tribe and me I would always love them for giving me peace on the day of my grandmother's funeral. (23.5-23.9)