A Short Story: A Place Called Abuela

The odious clouds consumed the silver skies leaving the sun imperceptible. The thousands of riotous rain drops slammed against the filthy asphalt. That day, the world was different. Today this merciless world was missing someone. The vast world took away someone insignificant to the diverse population, but extremely important to me. It was May 6th 2013, the woman I call “Abuela” (Grandma in Spanish) was laying on her death bed, room number 313, hospice. A tall man with a five o’clock shadow walked into the uneasy waiting room where my family was awaiting any news., he was wearing an ironed white coat and jet black slacks. As soon as he walked through the door my mother and my father looked up like goofers. There hazel eyes looked up at the doctor who seemed hesitant on the next couple of words he was going to say. The joyless room began building suspense. Soon the man spoke. …show more content…
Her hazel eyes cried glassy tears of despair. She muttered the words
“No, no, no, no, god tell me this isn’t real, tell me this cant be happening, no mommy no! Please don’t leave me like this!”

Shocked in disbelief my shivering jaw dropped. I stood there while it all happened. I didn’t play a part in the way it played out. I was simply a spectator, I had no voice. Saying our last words was the hardest part. My kinda big family of six lined up one by one to approach my grandma who wasn’t really there to talk to her. We knew she wasn’t there, but we said bye anyways.