This is how our visits went on for a few years, however, one day my father told me that my grandfather had called and said that my grandmother had gotten ill so they had to go to the hospital. After dinner and a great deal of talking we would say our goodbyes and start heading home. My mother wasn’t much of a talker unlike my father and she’s been like that for a long time always saying a few words or resting her head on her palm thinking. For the most part it was just my father and grandfather talking so my mother and grandmother mostly stayed quiet. I remember thinking to myself, “I wish I was home and not stuck here.” Soon enough, I would come to change the way I thought about that but at the time I didn’t think much about it. Even though I brought some of my belongings with me, I would always get bored quickly while I was stuck sitting around listening to my parents and grandparents chatter. While I always wanted to hang out with my friends, my father would remind me that we were leaving soon and to get dressed and gather a few things to bring with me.Įach visit was the same, just talking about things that had happened since we last saw them, how our weekends were, etc… I would barely talk at all and only respond when my grandfather asked me how I was doing in school. Every few months, my family and I would travel to New York to visit my grandparents, and on those weekends, I would wake up to the sound of my father shaving his short beard before we headed out. ![]() It was an early morning, and the sun had not risen yet when my mother broke the news that made me contemplate an essay about regrets in life. ![]() One morning, as I woke up feeling a peculiar atmosphere, I knew something was not right.
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