It was mid-way into the summer, and I couldn't wait to go to my aunt's house. My aunt's house is pretty...
I guess you could say boring. It's filthy, and every time I try to clean it up, she throws her garbage onto the floor, and has 2 filthy bull dogs. It's practically impossible to keep her house clean, no matter how many times you try. I was sitting there waiting for something to happen. So bored I was just staring at the time. Counting the minutes. It was always filthy and there wasn't much room in the house. I stood next to my grandpa, who seemed confused. I never really noticed his facial expression. I didn't bother to even look at it. He seemed scared. Usually I asked him how his day was, and he responded with nonsense. He doesn't even remember how to talk, but whenever I ask him that question, he responds properly. He has lost his memory for 15 years now. I suddenly realize. My mom. And me. Have. Something. In. Common.
I laid on the messy bed, realizing we both don't have dads.
Well I shouldn't put it in that way, but her father doesn't even know who she is. Imagine knowing someone your whole childhood, someone as close as your father. All of those memories with him, all of those beautiful moments together. The power of love, nothing can come between. Having someone who would take you somewhere when your mom tells them not to. The one who takes you to get ice cream, and spoils you.
Well
What
If
That
Person
Didn't
Remember
Your
Name
Or
Anything
About
You.
My mom's dad doesn't know her name, who she is, and you don't notice something until it happens to you. I never really thought about how my mother felt. I never thought about how hurt she must have felt after her own father not remembering her.
I asked him how his day was like usual,
and he responded with nonsense.
This
was
the
First
Time
I'd ever gotten that response
He usually answered my question because I asked him it everyday. Even sometimes twice or three times on a daily basis.
But he didn't know
After the thousands of times of asking him
He didn't know.
He seemed scared when he looked at me, and his eyes started watering.
I could tell because his eyes were shiny under the dim lights.
Suddenly I broke out into a stream of tears. I tried to weep quietly, luckily no one noticed.
No one really did notice at all.
I realized that finally how serious my grandpas disease is.
One day he will forget how to breathe
Air.
One day he will forget how to eat
Food.
One day he will forget how to
Walk
One day he will
.Die.
That is the terrible at way to die, out of all people God had to choose my grandpa to give this disease to. This disease which will cause his death, and frighten him. The type if disease that will give our family pain, but not knowing out names.
Whether it looks like it or not
My grandpa is
Slowly
Dying
He's dying, and there's nothing I can do
I suddenly cry more, and I was just looking at his face.
He had a beard, that was recently shaved
And he had big eyes, that would bulge out when he was scared.
He seemed scared seeing me cry while I was staring at him.
Suddenly he reached over to me.
Then out of the blue.
He patted me on the back.
I felt his long nails on my back, and his palm resting near my neck.
I knew one day he was going to die though.
And that one day he won't be here to pat me on the back.
He won't be here to comfort me.
I was upstairs in my grandmas room.
Suddenly I heard a slam, coming front downstairs. I knew that it was my mom here to pick me up because she had just got off of work.
The screen door slammed, and I heard my grandma talking to her downstairs.
I panicked, and I rushed to the bathroom.
I rolled some toilet paper onto my trembling fingers, hoping no one would notice.
I looked in the mirror above me, seeing my reflection.
My eyes were red, and although they weren't watering, you could see that there were tears.
I tried washing my face, but the redness wouldn't leave my eyes.
I could hear my mom's footsteps coming up the creaky stairs at my grandma's house.
She walked down the hallway to my grandmas room and shouted
"KAYLA where are you?"
I tried to keep my calm,
I tried my best to sound like I was fine
Even though I wasn't.
.....
My mom knocked on the dirty bathroom door. I hesitated, and answered with a "Yes?"
Trying to sound normal
Even though I wasn't.
I came outside, and thought I would look fine. I thought it wasn't really noticeable because it was pretty dark in the house, and outside it was also dark.
I couldn't handle it though and as soon as I opened the door, a tear fell out of my eye. It went down my face.
My mom looked at me, and opened her arms inviting me.
I rushed into her arms crying my heart out, and every drip of water left in my body.
My mom took a strand of my hair and pulled it behind my ear very gently.
She acted as if I were a piece of glass that was fragile.
After she took the strand of hair, she remained hugging me.
She asked me
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So this was my first story I've written. It's a real story based on my life. My grandpa has a disease, and one day I noticed how much that affected my mother. Hope this story was inspiring, and if you would like to read more {it might have been a downer #debbydowner😂 but I felt like I should finally come out and express my feelings!} leave requests
