My 17th Birthday Appeared as The Worst Day of My Life
It was just a week before my seventeenth birthday. Party preparations had started. My family never had a big celebration of anyone’s birthday I was the first one. It was also because I graduated from high school with a regent’s diploma and my parent thought this was an occasion for celebration.
The whole house were going crazy. Spring cleaning had just started. There was a continuous hustle and bustle as everyone went about doing his or her share of the work. Mama, who was the best chief, and she was also helping organize everything and making menu. Papa was in charge of paying for the different purchases. My siblings were sending invitations to families and friends. Even Grandpa, who enjoys watching his favorite cricket on cable TV from the comfort of his armchair, did not want to be left out. He made numerous trips to town to run errands for Mama. He took me with him to show me who a real man should shop how to pick out what’s a good vegetable, and he was explaining how everything works I had a doubt that why does / did will he was doing this so soon but that day he taught me how to buy groceries for cheap.
My grandpa was a very open-minded human being he was hanging out with the kids all the time and got everyone chocolate and sometime him and I used to go to dinner at our favorite restaurant him, and I shared a special bond. Perhaps it was because I was his oldest grandchild. He was always there for me when I needed him and he would offer me his shoulders to cry on whenever I was depressed. Two days before my birthday, Grandpa was complaining about his chest pains. We rushed him to the hospital, but he refused to be admitted. Doctors gave him a lot of medicine instead. When he came home, he remained in his room. Whenever I went into his room, he managed a smile. I could see that he was exhausted. The corners of his mouth and eyes had a lot of wrinkles while the skin on his skinny limbs had shriveled. I felt a stab of pain in my heart each time I saw him.
It was during the early hours of my birthday when I was awakened by my mother's loud sobbing. I knew something was going on. I rushed to Grandpa's room only to see him lying motionless. Grandpa had died in his sleep. The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. Beside him, there was a birthday gift saying my name on it. I only opened the present two days after Grandpa's funeral. He bought me a laptop as a birthday gift. Grandpa spent all his life savings to buy me a laptop because I really needed one. I treasure the gift most in my life. He never backed up onto buying me anything I need, and always understood me and make me a better person that I am today. Whenever I see it, I will always think of grandpa.
