Chapter Six: The Pain Of Losing A Child. My Grandparents Wiped.

 "It was 6:00 in the evening, and the tension was overwhelming. My grandparents kept asking my Dad and my Mom's sister why they were crying so much. 

They repeatedly asked, "What happened, my son?" and "What happened, my daughter?"

For a while, there was no response. But finally, my Dad broke the news.

"Your daughter, my wife, the love of my life, my children's mom, a sister, a lover, the kindest person I have ever seen in my life, is dead."

"DEAD... DEAD, NO... NO... NO... YOU MUST BE JOKING, THAT CAN'T BE POSSIBLE, ARE YOU LYING, PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT, MY DAUGHTER IS ALIVE, SHE CALLED ME YESTERDAY MORNING, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, OHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, HELP ME, PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP!" my grandma screamed.

My grandpa, in shock, was completely quiet. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he cried gently. 

He tried his best to console my grandma, but she didn't stop there. She nearly even fainted outside. The pain was unbearable.

Shockingly, my younger brother and I knew nothing; they kept it away from us and acted like nothing had happened. 

My grandma's screams went on for hours, until finally, she listened to my grandpa's advice and tried to act like nothing happened, so as not to distress my younger brother and me."

Chapter Seven: The Days Of Distress