Sorry..?

Thank You

        The school day had just ended and Eli's "friend" had just given him a ride to his grandfather's house. The door creaked open, overwhelming Eli with the scent of cookies and a warm smile.
"Hey gramps how are ya?" Eli froze. The heater's clanking echoed through the house enjoying being the only sound.
"... You know your mother called and was yapping about some essay," Eli's stomach churned at his grandfather's words, "if you have something important to do it's ok." The boy could only shake his head and flash a reassuring smile.
"Great, so can you start sorting that stuff into the labeled boxes?"  Eli slowly walked over to the boxes and started to sort all of his grandmother's stuff. After awhile, of packing his mother's voice echoed throughout his head repeating one word, "essay". Eli couldn't take it anymore he needed some air. He turned quickly, his awkwardly long arms knocked down a box. He panicked the second he heard the sound of shattering glass. He kneeled down, his eyes widened, and his hands trembling at the sight of what he had done. He immediately felt a hand on his shoulder.
Eli manage to choke up a few words, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to. I swear it was an accident!" His grandfather slowly picked the necklace up out of it's frame and began to slide his fingers over the scratches in the beads.
"Your grandmother sure did love making jewelry, she would sell what she made to provide for all of her children... it didn't even matter that they weren't all blood.You know, the part of Haiti where she lived was dangerous",He paused," people would snatch jewelry right off your neck. Everyone thought she was crazy to still have the courage to go around donating clothes. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, but... but she knew it was what she needed to do and didn't care about anybody else's thoughts on the subject." He reminisced.
      Eli looked up at his grandfather, his glassy eyes being a window for someone to see into his soul for the first time since his grandmother was dead. Their eyes do all the talking. Eli gets up and gives his grandpa a hug before doing his best to compose himself and walks out the door.
AN: I've never met my grandpa, but Eli's grandmother is based off of my grandma who had passed away from lung cancer. She was so happy, smart, and beautiful. Even though you haven't met her I hope you take a liking to the way she is portrayed in the story.