Goldfish.

A person relegates to a vulnerability so much so he sees butterflies.  No, he cant see me, I speak fairytales with him. I play along to the stories that he has imagined.  These are impromptu stories. I feel bad, as though Im lying to him. But the truth hurts much more if I were to tell him that all these thoughts are nonsense. Can you imagine the chaos that will rage in his mind? Im glad he cannot see my tears. Because, He cant see me.
I dislike crying in fronta mum. Its my pride. 자존심, you'd call it.  I only breakdown when I see him in person. Yes, Im capable of doing all those things to care for him if I could. Dirty or not is nothing. Im a girlguide. Im his niece, he is dear to me.  Is my grandma waiting for him? Is grandma guiding him along? Sweet Grandma, who gave me a birthday card several months ago in my dreams.  I guess he need not fear.  Today, he called home to apologise to the family for all his misdoings.  Despite his fuzzy mind, his momentary consciousness constantly jolt him of the misdeeds he has committed; and he cried. Oh he cried. He can no longer perform his male chauvinist, domineering, stubborn stances at home, or to anybody. He's like another person altogether. In another world in the mind's eye, which I come to play along. 
These fairytales are, somewhat interesting.  I wonder if he's making up all of these, or that his memories have all meshed together such that a new story is shaped.  I feel guilty for lying, but I hope my lies aren't too fake. Because I witness the seconds of frowns on the face, when I reply with something that doesn't... quite flow.  I wonder if he knew that we are just trying to coax him and telling him nothing but lies - in his new world.
And I think my pudgy strong-headed nephew is aching too. It aches me so.
I still cant comprehend creating an imaginary world and lying to a person.
Oh, my goldfish eyes...