My sister and I always bragged about our grandfather to our friends. We would show them objects that our grandfather gave us. Or our friends would come over and we would tell them stories.
One day I walked out to the curb of my neighborhood and I saw a lot of commotion going on so I walked over and I saw a bunch of dogs and kids yelling around somebody who was walking in the middle of the street.
As the group of people came closer I seen the person in the middle in a strange procession a man in a tall black hat. I had saw that the person in the middle was grandpa. As I had seen him I felt hot and cold at the same time.
I stood on the curb not being able tomove, even though I wanted to run and hide. I got mad as I had seen all the hippy dogs growling and nipping at him. So I walked up to him, and I ran to rescue my grandpa.
When I got to him I said grandpa, and he said Hau, Tazoka, Grandchild as he formally greeted in Sioux. As I had seen my grandpa I had seen the exhaustion in his face. I felt like crying when I saw him, so I guided him up to our driveway,
My mother was standing in the front door, her hand was over her mouth as if she couldn’t believe what she had seen. She ran to us and my grandpa greeted her.