Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : History

    It was a stretched day in January, Mom and Dad were visiting grandma in the hospital. I wanted to stay home so my sister Lili stayed as well. We watched movies and ate dinner to pass the time. I didn’t want to go outside because, well, I don’t like outside. Also , thoughts about Grandma pinched my mind. ”Is she ok?” and, “Should I have gone to see her?” knocked at the back of my head like an annoying sibling knocking on your door .I decided to take a shower.
    By the time I parted from the warm water that cleansed me, I found Mom and Dad were home. I hesitated leaving the bathroom because of the vocal tears that met my ears. I overheard Mom conversing with Lili, ”Everything will be okay,” is what she said. I didn’t know what happened. I only assumed the worst… It couldn’t be, though. I didn’t want it to, ever. When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Lili and Mom embraced in a tight hug, mourning.Their tears were rivers running down their faces. I dreaded the news that awaited me from behind closed lips. 
    Mom trembled when she spoke. she told me of grandma’s passing. I stood there, unable to breathe. My chest hurt, my heart slowed. Tears rushed down my face. I didn’t believe her. Oh how I wish this was a sick joke. What wasn’t a joke, though, was the alarming sensation of the cold tear that I felt had come from Mom. We hugged, then I was told to go sit in the living room with Lili. We sat there, the room quiet except for hushed sniffling we tried to control.We were going through the same pain. The loss of a loved one is something I don’t experience frequently.
     I went to my room to lay on my bed. There I cried for what seemed like hours. I couldn’t open my eyelids without them sore with pain, the kind of feeling you get from opening your eyes under water. The night continued with crying. Before I know it, it was time ready for school. I didn’t want to go, of course. The night before burned my with depression. I was a zombi because my lack of sleep. Memories of grandma and I clouded my thoughts. I imagined all my future birthdays without her… the gifts never mattered to me, as long as it came from grandma.
    I got dressed and went to school. Mom told me to be strong, and to try to manage my emotions. She didn’t want me to call her. I did anyways. I just couldn’t get through the day feeling terrible. I couldn’t concentrate. I never dared to take my mind off of grandma. I desired every lasting memory to resurface my thoughts. My teachers despised my behavior, so I called my Mom from the office. When she came, she provided me with a choice: to go home or get food. I quickly chose to go home. My eyes were about to explode, all I needed was sleep. After I got into my room, I tossed myself on my bed. There I slumbered within my greatest memories.