WHEN I BECAME INVISIBLE... 😥

I don't know what is today date, there are no calendars in this house, and in my memory everything is grey. The old things have been disappearing. And I was deleted too without anyone realizing.
When the family grew up, they changed me rooms. Then they moved me to another smaller still accompanied by my grandchildren, and now I'm holding the annex in the back yard.
They promised me to change the broken glass out of the window, but they forgot. And on nights, that there blows a cold wind I feel more of my rheumatic pain.

One day afternoon I realized my voice disappeared. When I talk, my kids and grandchildren don't answer me. They talk without looking at me like I'm not with them. Sometimes I say something, believing they'll appreciate my advice, but they won't look at me, and they won't answer me, so I'll retire to my corner before I finish the coffee mug. I do that to make you understand that I'm sad and that you'll come and find me and ask forgiveness...
But nobody's coming. The next day I said to them:
When I die, then yes you'll miss me.
And my grandson asked:
- You're alive, Grandma? ( laughing )
I was crying in my room for three days, until one morning, one of the grandkids came in to keep some old stuff. He didn't give me a good day, so I convinced myself I'm invisible.
Once the grandchildren came to tell me we were going to walk the country. I was so happy, so long since I've been out.
I was the first one to lift up, I wanted to settle things down, so I got up in time not to slow them down. In a short time, everyone would come in and run out of the house, throwing balls and toys in the car.
I was ready and very happy, I stopped at the door and waited. When they left, I realized I wasn't invited, maybe because I didn't fit in the car. I felt like my heart was shrinking and my chin was shaking like someone who wanted to cry. I understand them, they're young, they laugh, they dream, they hug, and they kiss and I... I used to kiss my grandchildren. I'd love to have them in my arms like they were mine. And even sang lullaby I forgot. But one day...
One day my granddaughter who just had a baby told me it wasn't good for old people to kiss babies for health reasons. I haven't been near them since, I'm so afraid to infect them. I don't hurt them, I forgive them all, because what's their fault that I've become invisible?