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Heartbreaking
by Anne W. (Age: 16)
copyright 07-10-2003


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
"She’ll be okay." Dad says, patting my shoulder.

"No." I say.

"Don’t worry." He says, trying to sound reassuring. It doesn’t work.

"I will." We’re standing in the middle of a busy neighborhood. The murmur of voices echo off the empty buildings that line the street. They’re tall, ugly buildings that loom above me, taunting and laughing at my grandma’s misfortune. Anything could lay inside.

The firemen and paramedics load Grandma into the ambulance. Dad nods to me and we follow her inside.

Tears cascade down my face. Dad says she will be okay, but a growing feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me this will be Grandma’s last day.

When Dad suggested The Bay to Breakers Run in San Francisco, I never imagined this happening. A stroke, or something like that. It kills. I know it can. No one can lie to me on this one. I only wish Dad would stop talking so I could say good-bye. He doesn’t get it. I love Grandma. And his only comfort is a shoulder pat.
The ambulance whizzes through the crowded San Francisco streets, siren blaring its way through traffic. We arrive at a hospital. Another ugly building. Hateful.

"They’ll just run some quick tests and we’ll be out of here in no time with Grandma good as new!" Dad gave me a genuine fake smile. This try doesn’t work either.

"Liar." I say.

"And we can take Grandma to get her favorite ice-cream."

"No." We follow the paramedics as they race through the halls. When they arrive at a room all these doctors come out of nowhere and start sticking tubes and equipment onto Grandma.

I set my hand on her feathery white hair. The number she wore for the run is still pinned to her shirt. Good-bye. I say over and over in my head. A river is flowing down my cheeks. Good-bye Grandma


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06-27-2008 Brooke M.    

That was soo sad, I could feel your heartbreak as I read. Well written and full of pain and sadness....you never can figure out how life will turn. It sure has alot of suprises and tears in for we people. Good write and good work on this!


09-08-2004 Paula T.    

It is certaintly very heartbreaking....
But it's so well written.
I never expected to read a sad story when I started it, this inspired me...
So, so, very sad.
Definetly desrving of a 5.


09-15-2003 Jenna T.    

wow...sad, but great story anne...wow


08-08-2003 Betty Eskdale    

Well written, Anne. A very good story!


07-14-2003 Nancy Pawley    

You never know what life has in store..good write, Anne.
Nancy


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