Abuelito
by Bernadette, 5th grade
It all began with a phone call from Grandma, "Your abuelito is sick. You have to come to the hospital."
"We'll be right there." I told her.
"I need to talk to your mom."
My mom and I went to the hospital. We said, "Abuelito, you will be OK." Little did we know that the next day he would be in the hospital once more.
The next day he was not better. I have not seen him so sick in my life. He was there for a week. My family that came to see him were sad for him and hoped that they could see him one more time.
He kept asking himself morbid questions like, "Is this the last room I am going to see?"
"Don't say that!" we all said.
After a week the doctors told us that they were going to take him off the machines.
"NO!" all of my family screamed with grief. We all cried.
He was dying. He died the next day. Yes he died. My abuelito (great grandpa).
