Prologue

Prologue

When I was younger (about 4 or 5) my grandmother was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer.Grandmother was one of the only things in this world that made me feel worth something. She made me feel like life was worth living.My grandmother knew that the cancer was progressively getting worse but she was the type who was too stubborn to admit that any outside help was needed. My mother and I pleaded with her over and over to let us send her to a hospital. Each and every time she grunted the word no and continued to tidy up the already spotless house she lived in. I could tell she wanted to convince us and herself that she was okay. After a while her health started to get noticeably worse.She slept all the time yet dark shadows rested under her eyes as if she hadn’t slept for years.Her pale blue eyes looked almost translucent and her scalp had patches of baldness due to all of the throwing up. Even then she refused treatment, but we knew it wouldn’t help. It was too late.

The last time I saw her was the day she died. I remember everything that happened that day.I had come over early that morning to help take care of grandma. She couldn’t even leave her bed and when my mother and I took her out of bed she always shrieked in pain.So we only got her up when we absolutely had to.  I decided to make her a small breakfast something she could keep down. As I walked into her room I saw tears running down her ghostly face. Seeing her like that  made me almost fall apart. Grandmother never cried. I quickly scurried to her bed and sat down beside her making sure not to sit on her twig like arms. I brushed the thin white strands oh brittle hair out of her eyes and said softly, “Grandmother what’s wrong?”

She placed her flimsy hand on my lap and softly whispered, “ I won’t be here much longer dear. You and your mother both know this.” She gazed directly into my eyes but I quickly looked away. After a long pause she continued, “ I’m so sorry that this had to happen my Rose. There are so many things that I wish we could’ve done. I hate myself for not receiving the treatment in time…,” Choking back tears I said, “ Grandmother don’t say that please?” She looked at me for a long while before she said, “Rosalina even though I’ll be gone you shouldn't be sad. There will be no more pain for me. Just peace.Everyone is happier when they die,” I nodded even though what she had said made me shake with fear and uncertainty. I wondered how someone could be happy when they were dead. “Rosalina I love you.” It sounded almost as if she had to force the words out of her mouth as her body went limp.

I cried for days after her death and wondered why she had said that people were happier when they died.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This is very interesting.I like the grandmother's character.It is so sad when at that moment when she knew that she didn't had much time left,the last words she say made me wanted to cry.Your use of vocabulary and words used to describe I the dialogue is good.please continue this.I actually don't like reading but I actually enjoyed reading this.