A DAY OF INFAMY
9
Many children in their early childhood can attest to the Fact that they have good, loving relationships with their grandparents, but for me - the bond with my grandmother was like the love a parent shows towards his or her child. And the day that I lost her felt as if I lost a piece of me. It was on a summer morning on the in the month of June 9 years from today, I remembered on that day it was especially bright outside, with the cool wind from the ocean which is not far from the city I resided at, blows quietly across my windows. Like any other day, I got up excited about how my day would unfold, and more excited because the previous day my uncle, and few of my family members planned on taking granny on a trip. My grandmother was an important figure in my life as a child growing up, I was the last child of my mother out of three, and I was unlucky because I never got to know my mother. My mother died of complication few months after giving birth to me, and since then, the only figure I knew as a mother was my grandmother. Growing up, I was never under the impression or never thought of being lonely because I had no mother, grandma filled that void, and I never had a reason to be sad like most kids in same situation would have been. Grandma does my laundry, cooks the meal, and thought me valuable lessons about life while father was busy with his work, and my older siblings are all out and about. Grandma and I were very close, I could say I was her favorite, maybe simply because I am the one child who never knew our mother out of the three of us. At the age of 9, I remembered granny had diabetic and she had to go for treatment, I was so unhappy and scared of the thought of my grandma going for so long, I couldn’t wait, and I remembered whispering into her ears how much I loved her. I remembered not being able to sleep some nights