A story I wrote back in high school. It basically sums up my grandfather’s life (seriously).

A WEEK WITH MY GRANDFATHER

            I spent a week with my grandparents. I imagined it to be a pretty normal week. I was wrong.

DAY 1

 

            I got to my grandparents house. My grandmother welcomed me with a hug. When I entered the house, I could smell something sweet baking in the oven. It was a cake. It was almost done so I sat down to eat it. As I was eating, my grandfather came in. He proceeded to walk to the kitchen and stop in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room. “Do you want a job?” he asked. “No, I have one” I replied. “Well there’s an old man that I take care of that need some yard work done. It’s a big yard so I made out a map of the yard and wrote down how much each part of the yard is worth”. He pulled out a piece of paper with a drawn map of the man’s yard. It was really just a bunch of squares. There were different squares for different parts of the yard. Each square had a different dollar amount written in them, based on how much he would give me for completing that portion of the yard. “No thank you”, I responded. He walked away mumbling multiple amounts of profanities.

DAY 2

            Today my cousin Nick came over. He just got his report card and was excited to show it to his grandparents. The report looked really good. It had all A’s and B’s. My grandmother was very proud of him. My grandfather examined the report card for a moment. “well” he said. “There’s plenty of room for improvement”. Nick began to cry at the comment that was made. The rest of us were confused as to why he said that.

            After a while of calming Nick down from his anger, we were ready to eat dinner. My grandmother made a roast chicken. We all sat down to eat. Nick’s dad began talking about his friend. His friend was, unfortunately, dying of prostate cancer. Nick’s dad and my grandmother talked about how prostate cancer has become a growing problem. My grandmother had mentioned that she was worried about all the men in that family. My grandfather commented, “I don’t have to worry about any of that. I make sure I check my prostate every night”.

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