San Michael Narrative

Spending the night was always something common for me to do at my grandparents’ house. On this particular morning it was extremely cold outside. Not the type of cold where you just might want to put on two big jackets. It was the type of cold that made you want to cringe; even the whistle of the wind was harsh to your eardrums. The type of cold that the ligaments of your fingers ached from the chills attacking at them, even they were simultaneously begging you to get them to warmth. Now I was in the warmth still trying to completely thaw all the way. I had just gotten fussed at for even slightly thinking I was slick to go out there even for a second. Therefore, at this point I was on my feet mushing my toes into my grandmas favorite carmel …show more content…
He said it was a Tuesday night and they were all alone and his father was being rude and disrespectful as always and my grandfather looked at me and said” I had the chance to kill him, but I didn’t”. He told me him being dead wouldn’t have changed anything it would’ve been like him trying to play the role of God by just taking someone’s life away like that and that God still had him on this earth for a purpose. “God does everything for a purpose” he …show more content…
“Bad, that evil side, the evil parts within you or anyone, it never wins, it might seem since the world is just so corrupted and so much on the news is going wrong that it will, but it doesn’t”. I remember just taking in everything said to me, because I never expected for something of this sort to have occurred in his life, but it did. I knew he’s father was dead, but since he didn’t kill him I wanted to know what all happened, and he told me how when he got married he was nice to him and forgave his father for everything. He said he forgave his father more for himself, so he wouldn’t have to let that weigh his heart down. He had just gotten so sick, but that despite how his father acted he still was nice to him and tried to do as much for him as he