uNdersidemymind

I was so excited, it was my 12th birthday and I was going to spend the day with my grandpa. My mother was a bit uneasy about me spending time alone with him because of his deteriorating condition. He had been in the nursing home for a little over 4 years now. He was always telling outlandish tales of aliens and elves, stuff that real lunacy is made of. As a child though you believed all these things and were amazed by all the tales of adventure. I was always hoping something amazing was going to happen when I was with him. I couldnt explain it, but being around him felt...magical.

I was breathing heavy on the car window, thinking about what to make my dragon look like. my mom cleared her voice and said, "now hunny, I know you love grandpa very much and you like spending time with him but I want you to undertand that sometimes he forgets things or may say things to you that arent real. He's sick and does'nt know what hes saying."

I didnt say anything back, I was a little tired of the lecture since I had heard it about ten times in the past few day. I just continued drawing my dragon in a the window and dreamed of the world my grandpa told me about.

We were almost there.

(to be continued.)