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What event impacted me to grow up.
The days oh the days how they drag down. I mumbled to myself while sitting in bed. It was Saturday and I was home alone staring at the ceiling. It was so quiet that only my breath could be heard in my reasonable-sized house. We weren't rich but we were better off than most families.
My mom went to the Valley Hospital to say her final goodbye to my grandpa. My mom got a call at 2:47 am saying that her dad was in a critical situation, and that he was brought in due to a lung failure. My dad went along as emotional support. I stayed home.
They asked if I wanted to go. I said NO. No, I dont want to go see my grandpa die. So, I stayed home. I cried for 30 min then stopped for 5 min then started for 30 again. It was endless. I am currently in my 5 min not crying stage. I felt a bright light in my eye so, I turned my head to look out the window to see the sun coming up.
It must be 6:30. I must have stayed up all night. I heard the door open to see my mom. My eyes squeezed when I saw her red puffy eyes. She asked if i could take care of the kids while she took a shower, and I frowned when I heard her voice crack. I got up and I ran up and hugged her. She then broke down in tears and cried. I am sure she has been crying all night.
Ever since that day I stepped up, helping around the house, and if she needed something I would do it. My mom never showed it but I know her dads death impacted her.
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