Living room filled
The living room of the house was crowded with family members who had come to help my parents. Each face was a mixture of judgment and worry. Uncle Ray was pacing the floor, muttering to himself, and Aunt Sarah was there, her eyes puffy and red. There was a noticeable tension. Even though no one said anything to me explicitly, their looks told me that I was the reason they felt deceived.
Living Room Filled
Grandfather’s conversation
‘Do you have any clue what you’ve done?’ my grandfather muttered, pulling me aside, his face white. I could see the anguish in his eyes, and his voice broke. “Grandpa, I don’t get it.” What took place? Desperate for answers, I inquired. Unable to look at me, he shook his head. I still didn’t know what had gone wrong, but the seriousness of the situation was beginning to get to me.
Grandfather’s Conversation
