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The rays of sunlight from the big windows reflected an incandescent glow of the white pillars of the hospital. It added some warmth to the hospital room but the cold temperature outside and the snow on the ground made the room feel cooler.
It was just about an hour ago when my grandpa was rushed into the emergency section of the hospital. He had collapsed in the bathroom while I and my grandma were waiting for him at the dinner table. The bathroom door wasn’t opening so I somehow managed to break open the door with a pin, and there he was, lying on the floor unconscious.
I and my grandma were in the hospital room, patiently waiting for the doctor. It was silent, although, I knew my grandma was crying on the inside but she didn’t want to show it to me. We didn’t know what was going to happen and hoped it was nothing serious.
It wasn’t later that I realized I should call up my parents. They were gone on a business trip to the States and said they would be coming in a week or so. They had left me with my grandparents who lived in a town nearby and I didn’t mind it. My parents would always leave me with my grandparents when they were busy with work and I loved it here. I would come and visit them every weekend anyway so it wasn’t a big deal staying with them for a week. In fact, I feel that I got all the love and affected needed from my grandparents than my parents.
I tried calling my parents a couple of times but they didn’t pick up; they were probably busy. I kept trying and trying, I mean for how long can they ignore my call. It was 5PM. I finally decided to leave a voice message saying, “Please call back ASAP, it’s really urgent!” I then returned to the waiting room to see my grandma peacefully sleeping, or maybe she was just t...

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...dn’t even been a week since my grandpa’s death, and now, my grandma’s in the hospital. It was very important that my parents were here right now. I felt as if everything was getting out of control. I started blaming myself for everything that happened. I mean, I should’ve taken care of my grandma. If I was with her at the moment, this would’ve not happened.
When the doctor had come out and was walking towards me, it was the same feelings as last time, running though me. This time, I was more scared. He approached me and told me that,
“Your grandma has survived, but... she is paralyzed from the right side.”
I was stunned. I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad at the same time. I was just so confused. It was like a miracle for me that even after going through the same thing my grandpa went through, my grandma survived, and that’s what I’m really thankful about.