Day after day, year after year I lost relatives. My Great grandmother, granfather, grandmother, mother, numerous aunts and uncles all gone. Some left, Some died, Some I never met. I know you're thinking that my father is alive, well he's not. He walked out on my mother when i was 5 and a half and was murdered a month later (so I don't classify him as family). Well anyway I will only talk about my present caretaker A.K.A. Pap (my great grandfather).
I know he's very old to take care of me but he says as long as i live in his house and eat his food I'm his problem. I have a secret that i don't tell anybody. Promise you won't tell! ~shhh~ . At night I pray to every god of every religion since I was never taught about the true god, and I pray to them to spare Pap's life. A 98 year old man is not guaranteed 30 more years of life.
Something I never could understand was Pap's interest in the little beetle that came in his room everyday. He would always open his door at 4:00 and the beetle would scurry right on in. One day i almost killed the beetle and Pap almost had a heart attack. I asked him why I couldn't kill it but he refused to answer. He said " JUST DON'T!"
I never disobey my Pap because I fear he would disown me like my father did. Two days ago I woke up and Pap had gone out to the store. I was half awake and heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth when I heard. "Crunch!" I jumped up with an uneasy feeling. Looking down I saw the beetle smushed beneath my feet. Thinking about Pap's possible disappointment I paniced. My Pap was my best friend and I thought he would understand so I wrote an apology letter and went to find him.
When I reached Reggie's Groceries I couldn't even get inside. Ambulances were crowded around the Supermarket. Everybody was in distress and so was I. Mrs. Windsfield came to me with a swollen red cheeked face. I thought that her husband might have died, but I was wrong.
"Abigail" Mrs Windsfield said, "Mr. Johnson is dead". I knew it was coming, but I didn't know when. It caught me as a shock. I wondered how this could be?! I prayed extra long to the gods last night. Then it hit me. I killed the beetle and it killed Pap. "It's all my fault" I said.
" No Abby it's not your fault"
"Yes it is, I killed the beetle and it killed him!"
TO BE CONTINUED.............
