Being Different

Coming to Terms - A Rude Awakening

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"Derek? Are you alright? It's time to go now..." Mrs. Weizmann knocked softly at the door, and came in to look for me. I stood up, drying my eyes on my sleeve, and went into my room to seek the one thing that meant the world to me, a small bunny rabbit that had been my very first gift as a child from her and the nice young man who often came to chat with her. Clutching the stuffed toy to myself, I gathered some things that I thought I'd need and placed them along with the rabbit in my backpack.

Mr. and Mrs. Weizmann helped me lock up, before we got into the car and set off for the hospital. An autopsy later revealed that grandma had suffered a heart attack so severe for her fragile 90-year-old heart to handle. She had managed to press her little alarm button when she felt it happening.

Mrs. Weizmann, who happened to be a nurse, was alerted immediately. They were the ones who called the police and an ambulance once they found her lying lifeless in the hallway, just outside her room. I had entrusted them with a spare key just in case something was to happen. I always knew that my grandma would leave me one day but I didn't expect it to be so soon. She loved life and she was so determined to live it to the fullest.

My grandma would take me everywhere. When school vacations would come up, she'd hijack me away from my parents and we'd go visit exotic places in Asia and in Europe. Thanks to the wonderful woman who was my grandmother, I met different people from other cultures. I also learnt to respect and admire their customs and lifestyle and ended up making new friends. Thanks also to my grandmother, I excelled in my geography and social studies because of these wonderful, memorable little excursions we had.

My parents hated her for loving me. I could never understand why they loathed her so much. They once forbade me to visit her on her birthday and tried every under-handed trick to prevent me from seeing her. But she always found a way to sneak past them and steal me away. I loved our little adventures and wouldn't trade these memories for anything.

But now, things were different. She was gone, and because I was technically still a minor, I had to go back to live with my parents while the lawyers took care of her estate. I didn't want to go back but I had no choice. I had to pack a few things to go and live with them at the house. It was horrible. They did nothing but badger me, and hurl abuses at me which left me so miserable and miss my grandma even more.

One evening, when they had both been drinking heavily after an event, my mother told me that she had sinned once with another man so this was her punishment...I was the result of her sin...I WAS her punishment. Now I understood my father's hatred for me...It was because I wasn't his.

They had the nerve to be present at her funeral. I didn't expect them to even bother showing up but they were there obviously under false pretenses, mouthing off to people of how fond they were of her. Their very presence incensed me to the nth degree. But I kept silent although my blood was boiling. How dare they try to put on such a cruel and tasteless act. The Weizmanns were appalled at their attitude, vowing to protect me should any issues arise during the period of my stay with them.

I remember having a very stern conversation with them afterwards, but only in the presence of the Weizmanns, since the couple were witnesses, as soon as the service was over. I then, packed what I had brought with me and left their house for good, seeking shelter with the Weizmanns until the reading of the will.