4
Chapter
1
Today it will be just Grandmother and me. Of course, nurses and
doctors will be here at the hospital as well. But it feels like it will
just be the two of us because Mother will be gone all day. I feel
many different
emotions
.
I am worried. Grandmother isn’t getting better. I also feel bored,
which makes me feel selfish. Since I am here in Paris with
Grandmother, and my friends are at home in Chicago, it’s hard
to talk to my friends. The time difference means I am never on
the computer when they are. I don’t have much to say anyway,
because we have barely left the hospital.
I’m sad, too. If Grandmother dies, many of her stories will die
with her. I want to be a writer, yet I have not taken the time to
write down her many stories. I realize there’s no time to waste,
and I go sit beside Grandmother’s bed with the laptop.
After a half hour her eyes open, and she smiles at me. It is a weak
smile, but it is a smile! I take her hand in mind. It feels cold. It
feels too thin.
