When the leaves fall

Chapter 5

I got up quickly and started walking around the room, distressed. My aunt recounted the discussion she had with my grandfather, which I had heard in part. She reported trying to convince him that I should stay, but he was adamant. We had to leave.

I couldn't contain myself and started crying. My aunt got up and hugged me. She said that everything would be fine, we would go to her house in the city. Her paternal grandfather had given it as a gift to her and her saved savings would not let us go through difficulties.

 
Outside the room, my grandfather Miguel listened to the whole conversation. He opened the door and saw his daughter facing him hugging me and me crying copiously. He didn't want to have compassion for me, he didn't want me around, those thoughts hammered into his mind.

- Auntie! - I started talking between sobs - It's not fair that you leave your father, your house because of me. When I went down to dinner I heard the screams and went to the library. I listened to a piece of the conversation where the lady said she would go with me if I had to leave the house. After I went up, I was thinking of a solution to it. I thought you could give me a letter of recommendation to some family you know who has kids, I'm great with kids, and I know I'd make a good babysitter.

My aunt vehemently refused my proposal, said it was unreasonable and she would not abandon me in any way, that she could not repair the mistake made with my mother, because she did not listen to her heart and went looking for her, but in no way would she let me leave there alone.

 
- I could not at all drag you out of your own home. My mother, despite the happiness she had with my father, deep in her soul carried a wound that did not heal and constantly hurt, several times I caught her crying. She loved Grandpa very much. 

When my grandfather Miguel heard these words his heart rapidly started changing its beats, it seemed that it would come out of his mouth... 

- I often told her she should look for him and lately she was seriously prone to it, but it seems like there was no time, did it?

 
My aunt lowered her head sadly.

"I don't want you to leave here the same way my mother did. I know that behind this shell that Grandpa seems to have of bitterness, there is a wonderful man, because my mother said so every day of her life. You should not leave him.
    My aunt looked towards the door and I turned to see what it was. My grandfather was standing there at the half-open door, his hand still on the doorknob... He was a tall, grey-haired gentleman, his skin battered by time and work in the open air, his gaze was even more battered by pain and anguish. When he saw my face, I saw surprise in his gaze.
- Anna! — called me by my mother's name and reached out as if to touch me, but withdrew it instantly, bringing it to his head and letting out a small groan. He looked dizzy, tried to hold on to the doorknob but couldn't and fell hitting his head on the corner of the door. The knock resulted in a cut that gushed blood. We ran up to him and saw him unawake, his breathing weak and in a cold sweat. My aunt asked me to grab a towel to staunch the blood, then go to the kitchen and ask July to send and ask someone to call Dr. Nelson, our neighbor. I did as she asked and when I came back I took with me Stênio, the foreman of the farm. He helped put my grandfather to my bed and accommodate him. 

Soon July appeared with soap and water, which Aunt Mary had asked for, to clean the cut.
I stood by my aunt's side, assisting as she cleaned up the wound.
Watching my grandfather lie there helpless, inert, I was very sorry. I caught his hand laying next to his body, it was cold. At that moment I prayed in my heart, asking the Lord not to take him and to be well. My aunt was penetrated in what she was doing, but you could tell her tension, feeling fear for my grandfather.

I don't know how much time has passed, I just know that I was awakened from my reverie with a knock on the door and my aunt's voice.
- Dr. John, please come in.
- Sorry, Miss Mary. — that voice made me look in the direction of the door and my eyes met his and for a second they were stuck in each other. "My father was not at home and due to the gravity that was reported to me, I came as soon as possible and asked the boy who sent home to go after my father on Mr. Stiller's farm...

 
Then his name was John!

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