Aunt Joyce's story

OMG !!! I really don't know what kind of ideas I get XD That belongs to the crazy-and-mega-embarrassing category> _>
It's really really gritty and this time it's definitely confusing ...

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"Mummy?" John and Sally tugged at their mother's skirt with questioning looks. Mrs. Baker calmly set aside the dishes she was about to wash, dried her hands from the dishwashing water, and turned to her young children. “What do you want?” The twins mysteriously pulled her down by the sleeve and whispered: “We just met old Aunt Joyce, Mummy,” they said excitedly. Her mother smiled. "You shouldn't always spy on poor old women. How often should I tell you that there are no monsters under their wrinkled faces?"
John shook his head vigorously. "That's not it. Aunt Joyce isn't poor at all, at least in terms of happiness.""Yeah, exactly," Sally added, her eyes widening. "She was smiling the whole time. No matter what happens or what you say, she's always laughing. That's really scary, Mummy."
“What's scary about someone being happy?” Curious about the answer, she put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows at her children. John and Sally exchanged meaningful looks, and finally they both took a deep breath and said together: "Because she's blind."
That was the end of the discipline. Mrs. Baker burst out laughing. "Oh, you two are just too gorgeous!" She gasped when she noticed the confused looks from the twins. "Just because she can't see anything doesn't mean she's sad. On the contrary."
Her mother spoke in riddles for John and Sally. "But it must be boring to always have only darkness around you! So completely without colors, and the flowers, and the meadows and all the people." Sally spread her short arms and pointed around her.It was incomprehensible to her that one could be happy without all of this. Likewise for John.
Mrs. Baker sighed. "You know, Aunt Joyce wanted it that way herself."
"How do you mean?"
She kneeled in front of her children and put her hands on her little shoulders. "You two are still a little too young for that." John and Sally pouted. They hated it when their mother made it so exciting and then said that it wasn't for them just yet. They weren't that small anymore. Six years was a lot, they thought. After all, they needed their second hand to count that on their fingers.
"But we want to know, Mummy."
"Yes exactly!"
Mrs. Baker looked from John to Sally and looked into the blue eyes that looked so determined. "But if you can't sleep tonight, it's not my fault," she said, getting up, grabbing one hand each and pulling the two children into the living room with her. Once in the armchair, she pulled John onto her left knee and Sally onto her right knee."You know, it was all ages ago. I was very, very small myself back then. Even smaller than you are now," she began. "Aunt Joyce was still a capable woman back then, who had a grocer at the end of the street. She lived with her husband and four children in a stately mansion that everyone in the village envied. It was also a lovely garden. "
"Aunt Joyce had a family?" John asked in disbelief, and Sally furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to imagine what Aunt Joyce might have looked like without all the wrinkles.
"Oh yes. She had a well-paid husband and three sons and a daughter. Ann, that was her name, was one of my best friends. Bob, George and Roger were older. All three of them were going to university when I was with mine Parents moved here. Aunt Joyce had a wonderful family. "
“What happened then?” Sally shifted impatiently on her mother's leg."Then, shortly after my tenth birthday, the war began."
"War?"
"Yes, John. War. It's been twenty-two years now, but I can still remember it well. Aunt Joyce had to close her shop because her sons and her husband joined the army and she is looking after Ann on her own." A year later I got a letter stating that George had fallen on the front lines. Ann had been heartbroken because he was always with her kite flying, which she had loved so much. "
"That's sad ..." Sally looked down sadly.
"It got even sadder. Shortly afterwards her husband and Roger also died. Bob came home badly wounded. His legs and one arm had been severed by a grenade. It was horrific. Aunt Joyce was so horrified and shaken that she gave her faith and never went to church again, Ann spent a lot of time with me back then because her mother just cried and Bob screamed in pain.There was no medication and the wound dressings were scarce, so his injuries became infected and eventually he too left Aunt Joyce. "
Mrs. Baker was silent for a while. Then she continued: "The war was far from over. The attacks came closer and closer and at some point the bombs reached our village. We all fled to an old school that stood outside the walls. But the vibrations and all the noise penetrated Anyway up to us. When everything moved on, our village was completely destroyed. There was a great famine because there were no more supplies and the crops had burned down. Ann became very ill and eventually died, like so many others, of malnutrition "My father too. Aunt Joyce was all alone from then on. She became bitter and lonely. She didn't like anything anymore. Everything that was dear to her was taken away from her. When, finally, one last attack on." our village took place and some could not save themselves, and when she saw the wounded, she was reminded again of Bob and George and Roger and Ann and her husband.With tears in her eyes she collapsed on the street, and shouted that the sounds are still ringing in my ears today: "I can no longer watch all the suffering!" She shouted, took the scissors and freed herself two hefty cuts from her eyeballs. And from then on, she walked happily on earth. "