Siri drank all the juice

We were at home, in a house next to the old football field. It was time to eat and the rest of the family had taken what they wanted. Siri's friends, among them Maria Feldt, are trying to scramble together something to cook. They're looking at pasta. There's nothing left for me to take. I try the juice package, but it's almost empty and I only get a couple of drops. I blame Siri, who is standing next to me, and she defensively claims that she only drank three large glasses of it. I try to tell her off and that she could at least buy some extra juice if she is going to drink that much. I sit down at the table with the rest of my family, with only a little piece of brie and the drops of juice. I want them to see how miserable I am. I want to cry.

Dad says that grandma (who has passed away) suddenly is alive and in the hospital. He lets us know that she is as thin as a stick and hardly conscious, and that we should visit her. For some reason, this thought really makes me sick and I show that clearly. He continues, wounded: "Or you could just pull the plug on her".