My grandfather was a terrible person and would kick and spit at us when we went to visit him and he would try to touch my little sister. Anyway just before he died we went to visit him and as he was bedridden and pretty much dead he couldn’t do anything to us so I pissed on his bed to make it look like he’d let his bladder go and I could see in his eyes he knew what I was doing but couldn’t do anything about it, we also would sit in the room just out of sight and hum constantly and he would get really agitated. He was an evil bastard and deserved so much more but we were little kids and couldnt fight back
