My Spring Break Fiasco

Chapter Ten - Revelation (EDITED)

"You're driving me crazy. I'm going insane.

I can't live without you. And this cannot remain.

This burden I carry. It's tearing me up.

I think I'm in love..."

From "Crazy Talk",

Originally performed by Kyle King.

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"If I could, I would

Give you the whole wide world.

Then maybe you,

would start to see.

How much I love you girl."

-From "Open Up",

Originally performed by Kyle King.

            When I turned on my cell the next morning there was a text from Levi waiting.

            “How did he even get my number?” I wondered, opening the message with a touch of my finger.     

            The answer was clear the moment I truly thought about it.

            “Grandpa.” I sighed. “You’re seriously killing me.”

            Hey beautiful! I read. I’ll be over at the nursing home this afternoon to talk to your grandparents, and I was wondering if you wanted to go on our date then.”

            After a quick shower and some minor primping, (you never knew who was going to be around,) I stepped into the kitchen and cautiously looked around.

            It was empty.

            A little disappointed, I opened the freezer and grabbed a box of frozen blueberry waffles. Grandpa had grabbed them for me at the grocery store, knowing how much I loved blueberry waffles.

            Gramma had used to make them whenever I visited, but that was before they took her kitchen, her house, and her garden away. Before Grandpa had put her in that nursing home…

            I leaned against the counter with both hands, my head down, as an overwhelming wave of sadness enveloped me. I had to do something about Gramma. She seemed so…lonely in the Littleton Nursing Home, so out of place. Ruth Black did not belong in a place so…lifeless. She had always been the center of the party, the hostess with the beaming smile and steaming pan of casserole.

            Now she was just a sad old woman in a wheelchair, dreaming, no doubt, about the next time my grandfather would be able to visit, about her kitchen, about her flowers, fading away into nothingness.

            And there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it.

            I felt two fat tears roll down my cheeks, dropping with impressive force onto the speckled counter-top.

            “I will find a way to rescue you, Gramma.” I promised, softly. “I will give you something to live for again, something to be excited about, something that will show you just how much you have done for everyone who knows you, how good, and sweet, and beautiful you are.”

            There was no holding back the tears now, they were streaming down furiously.

            Wow. I was a watery mess.