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iii. the sleeping fish
THREE: the grandma's pov
"Hello, anybody home?" Is Mr. Vargas around?" there's an unknown voice from the outside.
Somebody is looking for my grandson, this is rare. The thing is, it's been three years already since the last time I heard knocks on that door. So with my excitement, I forced myself to wake up. My legs aren't fine and my back is aching every time I move, yet it takes me a couple of steps to reach the door.
"Good morning darling, the person you are looking for is not around." I told the group of formal people.
They must be professionals or whatever because of their ID's presentably hanging on their neck and their well-pressed uniforms are reflecting a good profession. So I chose my words to respond accordingly.
"I apologize, Ma'am and Sir, but my grandson is on the sea catching fish for the table," I said.
"Well if you don't ask, I'm his grandmother... Come on in darling, I'll make you a coffee."
"Thanks! I'm Mr. Josh, your grandson's Math teacher. And with me are my fellow teachers who came here with the same concern," the man said as he attempts to shake my hand. But it doesn’t make sense.
As I brew the coffee, I kept my mouth responding to these people's questions about my grandson. Little did I know that these people should discuss a serious issue.
The man attempts to ask questions, but I interrupt with my...
"Well, Loni was three years old then when his mother died. While his father neglected him soon after his wife died, I took care of him. I was then capable to make money and provide everything. But now, my heart is malfunctioning, so my grandson would stay up all night to watch over me..." I said with full of willingness to share the story of my grandson that's never been told since that day.
"I lost my small business, so he volunteered to catch fish for our food..." I continue.
I found a mute moment after my quick story.
"We might wanna come hear more often. Have a good day, missis," the man says as he erases the cloud of tears in his eyes.
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"Hello, anybody home?" Is Mr. Vargas around?" there's an unknown voice from the outside.
Somebody is looking for my grandson, this is rare. The thing is, it's been three years already since the last time I heard knocks on that door. So with my excitement, I forced myself to wake up. My legs aren't fine and my back is aching every time I move, yet it takes me a couple of steps to reach the door.
"Good morning darling, the person you are looking for is not around." I told the group of formal people.
They must be professionals or whatever because of their ID's presentably hanging on their neck and their well-pressed uniforms are reflecting a good profession. So I chose my words to respond accordingly.
"I apologize, Ma'am and Sir, but my grandson is on the sea catching fish for the table," I said.
"Well if you don't ask, I'm his grandmother... Come on in darling, I'll make you a coffee."
"Thanks! I'm Mr. Josh, your grandson's Math teacher. And with me are my fellow teachers who came here with the same concern," the man said as he attempts to shake my hand. But it doesn’t make sense.
As I brew the coffee, I kept my mouth responding to these people's questions about my grandson. Little did I know that these people should discuss a serious issue.
The man attempts to ask questions, but I interrupt with my...
"Well, Loni was three years old then when his mother died. While his father neglected him soon after his wife died, I took care of him. I was then capable to make money and provide everything. But now, my heart is malfunctioning, so my grandson would stay up all night to watch over me..." I said with full of willingness to share the story of my grandson that's never been told since that day.
"I lost my small business, so he volunteered to catch fish for our food..." I continue.
I found a mute moment after my quick story.
"We might wanna come hear more often. Have a good day, missis," the man says as he erases the cloud of tears in his eyes.
© ubik
