We all think about that this very significant day and once we do we start to think about our family and friends and even things on earth. My day is going just great, my football team won, I did another short film, I met a pretty girl by the name of Charlotte. Everything was just fine until this moment popped up in my head.
Twenty years ago, I sat in my old apartment with my grandmother, my mom, my two oldest sisters and my younger sister. We all were just getting ready to go to the beach. I could hear my grandmother complain to my mom about not wanting to go the hospital for treatment. God, I wish I wouldn't have been creeping around at that time to hear that. It was a big deal, my grandmother means that much to me. I couldn't enjoy the rest of the day since she wasn't feeling well. It seemed like whatever pain she felt, I felt. My mom came up to me and asked what was wrong, I cried out and told her that I didn't want grandma to go, why she has to go to the hospital, she's gonna die. Because of so many television shows where the patients would die in the hospital, I was certain my grandmother would pass away. She yelled out, "Stop with that crying boy, everybody has to die someday" I said, "But grandma I'm gonna miss you, I don't want you to leave now, I want you to be there when I play in the NFL" That made her give me a big hug and ten dollars but the hug was much better.
Nineteen years ago, My little brother was born, and now I was no longer the only boy. I was mostly happy because my oldest sisters could not really pick on me anymore being that they had to babysit him when my mom went to work. My grandmother was still alive, doing somewhat okay but everyday I was praying to God that she make it to see me grow. My little brother was so tiny, I didn't really get to see my sister as a toddler because I was pretty much a toddler as well. His birth made me realize that my grandmother was even a toddler too. I asked my mom about my great grandparents, if there were any photos or documents, anything. Sadly, my mom did not know her grandparents. I felt somewhat thankful because I knew mines but my mom didn't. I found out that my great grandparents had past away only a day before my grandmother had her first child, my mom.
Eight years later, my grandmother is still alive, my brother is eight years of age and so annoying. My sisters had both moved out of the apartment and then I became the oldest in the house, and the one picking on my little brother and sister. I just graduated middle school and just entered high school.
As I avoid the lines while walking to school, which every little kid did, I started to count the boxes and then started to count my days here on earth. When I got to school, I stole a calculator from off the principals desk and did some calculating. I found out that I was only on earth for less than five-thousand, one hundred and ten days being that I was not even fourteen yet. My birthday was late, December 16. Wondered all day in class how long my grandmother had been here. I needed a start, I did not even know my grandmother's age. She just would not tell me. All of that time flew by and I can remember further back the more older I get. Every year something comes back to me and it's interesting because I always think it's my little sister's story or image I'm seeing in my head but it comes clear to me that it's me.
I'm a big boy now, just turned fifteen and I'm playing football, I'm talking to girls, I got the coolest bike in the neighborhood. This is like the best time of my life. I'm doing everything, at least I think. I'm already wishing to be an adult. So I could stay out late, smoke cigarettes and drive a car. That was just how my brain had gotten brainwash from too much television. The best thing was that my grandmother was still alive. She was doing much better, laughing, walking, going on vacations. Whatever happiness she felt, I felt.
Senior year in high school, two years later my mom had gotten pneumonia. She was in the hospital for a week. I had gotten so depressed and wanted to drop out of school to be with her. My grandmother was watching me but not even that could help me deal with the pain. I'm so attached to my mom and my grandmother. What rage I can get just by picturing someone hurting either of them. I took that rage out on the field, I didn't care about concussions, I didn't care about hurting anyone else, I just wanted to let all of the anger out. After the game I cried because my mom had promise me she would be there and there she was, out of the hospital, with my grandmother. The thing was, she was still sick. She pretended she was feeling okay and got out the hospital just to watch my first high school football game. After that I became more and more emotional. I can draw very good but the only picture I can't draw is my mother or grandmother passing away.
Six years later, today, I'm twenty four years of age, I'm a senior in college, could've been finished with college but I needed to be there for my grandmother and mother after high school so I waited two years before attending school. I had to make a sacrifice, the both of them made sacrifices for me so it was the right thing to do even though they told me not to. Anyway, I'm at the university I attend, planning the shooting dates of my film, emailing actors, revising the script, shooting music videos, taking photos, editing footage, writing tons and tons of papers for classes I really don't need. My day is going just great, my football team won, I did another short film, I met a pretty girl by the name of Charlotte. Everything was just fine until this moment popped up in my head. My mother is replacing my grandmother. My oldest sisters are replacing my mom. I'm replacing my oldest sisters. My grandmother is gone. Who's next?
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