Watching once again the magnificence of our hometown bring such an unforgettable memory…
I am Jane, a happy and simple girl and was on the last year of my study. I was living together with my lovable grandfather. All my life, there is only one thing I want the most, that is to live a peaceful life, make my grandpa happy, and fulfill my promise to him. As an orphan, he means everything to me.
It was Christmas Eve and we were happy celebrating the said event. I was so focused on sharing my life at school with him when all of a sudden he hand me a red box tied with yellow ribbon. I was surprised to what was inside the gift; it’s a golden necklace with a star pendant. Then I hug him with such a great happiness and contentment in my heart.
The next day I woke up with a good aura. A sweet smile was being plastered on my face as I waked down the stairs. Then all of sudden I found my grandpa lying on the floor, I was so shocked with what I see that I felt like everything stops moving. I was just standing there for the moment losing my strength and disbelieving what was happening. Then something got unto me and telling me to move and help him, swiftly I made an action to help him. I was so nervous that I was unable to think correctly. I already called the ambulance and it was not still arriving. I called for help, and luckily our neighbor came .
I never let my sight out of my grandpa on the way to the hospital. I was torn between he feeling of being afraid of losing him and believing in a more positive way, that he will survive. Suddenly, I felt his hands moved. Then he muttered some words I couldn’t understand. I was crying heavily when I realized that he was saying his goodbye to me. In his last breath I heard that he was talking about a certain piece of paper.
After the funeral, I felt like I’m not worth of living. For the past days I was lifeless and I couldn’t even eat well. Then I decided to roam the house, right then I found piece of paper inside my grandpa’s room…
I was standing in the front door as I was trying to memorize the features of the house. Yes, I’ve decided to leave and move on. The letter gave me hope to continue on living. It reminds me of the promise I once made, I still have a mission to fulfill and backing down was not an option.
Many years passed. Finally I’m back to my beloved hometown. After that tragedy, I was glad that I was able to move on and found a way to fulfill my promise. Now, while standing to my grandfather’s grave while holding a red box, my tears flowed on their own. I slowly put the box beside my grandfather’s grave. Now I can put my heart at rest. I leave the place with such an ease. You may wonder what was inside the box, “it was a dollar bill”, and yes my promise to my grandpa was to give him a dollar bill.
such a simple promise, yet capable of changing my once broken life.
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