It was a sweltering day in the summer of 2009. The dawn of the day started like any other day, with the rising sun and the bright blue sky; however, it ended like no other day. I woke up to the sounds of chatter that came from downstairs. It was noisier than usual because we had family from California and Canada over at our house. This happened due to the fact that our two-story house had unoccupied rooms, but there was an influx of people, so my brother and I had to surrender the room that we shared and sleep in our parents’ room.
I slowly got up from the bed and took a slow stroll down the stairs. My parents, uncles, aunts and some of my cousins were already eating. As I sat down, my mother poured me a bowl of rice porridge. As I devoured …show more content…
Prior to this moment, my grandfather fell down at a rehabilitation facility called King City Rehab and Living Center, and he sustained serious injuries, like broken bones, that caused internal bleeding because he was a brittle, old man in his nineties. My grandfather was transferred to a hospital in Tualatin where he received extensive treatment for his injuries.
Weeks passed since his arrival to the hospital, and he became unresponsive. My father decided to bring everyone to the hospital to see my grandfather because all of our relatives arrived recently.
I opened the rear door of a 1996 Honda Accord, and I sat in the middle seat in the back as I patiently waited for the others to get in the car. Finally, everyone got in the car, and my father started up the car. The engine roared like a lion, and then, there was movement. The car reversed out of the garage and off we …show more content…
He slept on the cushioned bed with layers of blankets covering his cold body. His hands were motionless like his feet. His eyes were shut closed. As I examined my grandfather, a beeping sound startled me, and it came from one of the machines I was near. I slowly took two steps back as I pretended not to notice it. I thought I did something wrong, but I did not, so I started to investigate the room to find the source of the sounds. My eyes spotted the heart monitor machine. The machine stood next to my grandfather, and it was the machine closest to me. The lines were no longer waves. It was a flat and straight line now. The machine no longer made a continuous beeping sound like it once did. I started to do some thinking in my mind by connecting the dots with the things I already knew. If the line was flat, and there was a constant beeping sound, there can only be one reason. All of a sudden, a sharp knife pierced through my heart, and a waterfall emerged from my eyes. I felt the tears rolling down the side of my cheeks and into my shirt. I covered my face with my tiny hands and wiped the tears
I slowly got up from the bed and took a slow stroll down the stairs. My parents, uncles, aunts and some of my cousins were already eating. As I sat down, my mother poured me a bowl of rice porridge. As I devoured …show more content…
Prior to this moment, my grandfather fell down at a rehabilitation facility called King City Rehab and Living Center, and he sustained serious injuries, like broken bones, that caused internal bleeding because he was a brittle, old man in his nineties. My grandfather was transferred to a hospital in Tualatin where he received extensive treatment for his injuries.
Weeks passed since his arrival to the hospital, and he became unresponsive. My father decided to bring everyone to the hospital to see my grandfather because all of our relatives arrived recently.
I opened the rear door of a 1996 Honda Accord, and I sat in the middle seat in the back as I patiently waited for the others to get in the car. Finally, everyone got in the car, and my father started up the car. The engine roared like a lion, and then, there was movement. The car reversed out of the garage and off we …show more content…
He slept on the cushioned bed with layers of blankets covering his cold body. His hands were motionless like his feet. His eyes were shut closed. As I examined my grandfather, a beeping sound startled me, and it came from one of the machines I was near. I slowly took two steps back as I pretended not to notice it. I thought I did something wrong, but I did not, so I started to investigate the room to find the source of the sounds. My eyes spotted the heart monitor machine. The machine stood next to my grandfather, and it was the machine closest to me. The lines were no longer waves. It was a flat and straight line now. The machine no longer made a continuous beeping sound like it once did. I started to do some thinking in my mind by connecting the dots with the things I already knew. If the line was flat, and there was a constant beeping sound, there can only be one reason. All of a sudden, a sharp knife pierced through my heart, and a waterfall emerged from my eyes. I felt the tears rolling down the side of my cheeks and into my shirt. I covered my face with my tiny hands and wiped the tears