The following two chapters might not be exiciting and can be confusing but please bear with me its going to get better later on.
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'Hannah Griffins come down stairs' screamed my Mother. Was it already dinner time? I wonder for how long I have been in this attic. Grandmother sure likes to store here life here. Clothes, furniture’s and many more stuff in these uncountable amounts of big boxes. And here was I, adding another one to make this place more cramped than it was. I wonder why Mom insists that I have to clean this place. Well I'm almost finished so why spent more time to analyze my mother’s thoughts. After having placed the last box I went down stairs as I was asked. A nice smell was coming from the kitchen; I wonder what we are going to have for dinner.
“What are we having for dinner, Mom?” I asked.
“Tortellini in Creamy Tomato sauce – I hope it’s fine with you, dear “answered Mom, while placing the food on plates. Reanne Griffins Hylle really did look tired. I wished that Dad was here to help and support her but as the owner of Matthew Griffins Hylle Law Firm; Dad had to travel to London to see his Clients. It is been almost two months since he left to England and he only called 3 times. He must be really busy otherwise he would call more often, right?
“I know you are busy Mom and you know I like pasta. So, how is Grandma? When will she leave the Hospital?”
“She is trying to be better dear, so don’t worry too much. Okay? She is going to be fine.”
I wanted to ask more but from the way how she answered my previous questions I knew that Mom was not going to provide them. At that moment, I knew she was hiding something from me. Something was wrong with Grandma and she was going to hide it from me, as if I am not old enough to understand. I was going to be 14 in few months; I am not a child anymore so why can’t she stop treating me as if I am 9 years old.
As matter of fact I knew that grandma was sick for a long time but she always looked fine, she wasn’t grumpy as most elderly who knew that there time was limited. She was always in a good mood and never complained about her pains. She was always smiling like she was happy to be sick; happy to die……. I don’t think she is happy to die but perhaps she was happy to be able to leave this world.
How could she be happy to leave us behind? Are most people not worried about their loved ones? Isn’t she worried about us? How we will deal with her absence when she leaves us, so how could grandma be happy?
While I was lost in my thoughts, Mom was finished with her dinner and was preparing to go to the hospital.
“Hannah, if something were to happen page me or call the hospital, okay? I might stay in the hospital tonight so don’t wait for me and don’t forget to check if all windows and doors are closed well.”
“Hannah, are you listening?”
“I know Mom “I screamed from the kitchen.
”Page/call hospital in case of emergency and check the windows/ doors before going to sleep. Is there something else? “
“No dear, just be careful and have nice dreams”. Having said that, Reanne Griffins Hylle left her daughter in her parental house to see her mother.
It’s been already 4 weeks since grandma has been admitted to the hospital, even though Mom tries to hide it, I know that grandma is not doing fine. She is been getting weaker and weaker as if the grim reaper is playing with her.
“Mom I am going to visit grandma today, are you coming with me?”
“I have an appointment with Dr. Wright, so I won’t be able to go with you dear. Hannah please promise me that you are going to behave and don’t trouble the nurses.”
“Okay Mom and tell me WHY would I trouble the nurses, I am not 6..I am turning 14 next week. I am begging you don’t treat me as kid.”
“ I know Hannah I know, time really does fly by. It was just yesterday when I had you in my arms”
“Mom, I am not going to listen to your baby talks, I have enough photos that I want to burn so there is no need for your stories.”
“I get it, I won’t but you were cuter when you were a baby”. And she smiled. She must me joking; okay I admit I was a bit angry at her but when she started smiling I couldn’t stay angry at her. It has been a while since my Mom had smiled like that; she was really pretty when she smiled, like grandma used to.
She called that the Griffins smile; unfortunately I haven’t received that gene but still I have the Griffins hair and eye color. Like my Mom and grandma I also have brown/reddish hair with dark grey eyes.
It’s still a mystery for me how I have received Moms recessive genes in contrast to Dads dominant blacker than black hair and dark eyes. I might not have Dad’s hair and eyes but I resemble him more than my Mom.
When I was younger I used to be daddy’s girl but ever since he started to expand his Law firm to England we stated to lose the bond that we had and rebuilding the mother-daughter bond with my Mom is also not easy as is used to be.
I know that something is bothering her but I still didn’t manage to know what it is. Grandma’s illness might be one of them but there must be additional factors. What could it be? Only if I knew, I might be able to help her. Who knows I might be more helpful than she thinks I can be.
After two bus stops I was at the Boston Medical Center and went straight to grandma’s room. She was sleeping when I entered the room. So peaceful like she was I was wondering if she was dreaming and if she was, what could it be, Grandpa, Mom or perhaps about me?
Since grandma was admitted to the hospital I realized how little I know about her. Of course I know what she likes and so on but how about the minor/major things that had made grandma for what she is. What was she like when she was my age? How did she mature? How did you become an adult?
“Grandma, please wake up. I have so many questions I want to ask you. Grandma, please wake up.”
“Mom is worrying about you. Grandma, can you hear me? Grandma…Grandma.”
But grandma is not responding on my wake up calls, must be the medication they gave to her. After ten minutes the nurse came in.
“Hello, Hannah”
“I don’t want to interrupt your time with your grandma but could you please leave the room? The Doctor is going to check on her so I have to wake her up”.
“Can I see her afterwards?”
“I am sorry but I am sure your Mother told you why we cannot allow it”.
“My mother didn’t tell me anything so could explain me why I cannot see my grandma?”
“I know you are concerned about your grandma but I am not authorized to provide you with that information, you have to ask your mother about it”.
“Get well grandma”. After having kissed grandma goodbye I left the room.
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