I got home really excited about my family's upcoming trip to Rocky Point. As I entered the house I noticed something unusual, the TV was not on, and the TV is always on from 6am to 12 or 1 am. I was getting this tense feeling, which quickly replaced my excitement. The second unusual thing was the fact that mom was not on the phone. Usually she is talking to grandma at that time. Dad was still home after his lunch break, not so unusual anymore since he became his boss's friend. "What's wrong?" I asked. No answer. "Is there something wrong?" I asked again. "Yes. We've canceled the trip," mom said in a weak, breaking voice. "What?" I started to get upset. "Why would you do that? We've been planning this trip for years!" I over exaggerated. I was so selfish; all I cared about was my so perfectly planned trip. I never stopped to think about the reason why they had canceled the trip. It took me approximately five minutes to realize the trip annulment was not the only origin of that anxiety, there was still something wrong. Dad looked me deeply in the eyes and said "Your grandfather passed away," just after a tear rolled down his face. "What?" I could not believe his words. I could not believe my grandfather was gone. .
My relationship with my grandfather was unique. We had so much in common; it was really hard to interact, yet we knew we loved each other. My mother used to tell us: Every Christmas when we were arguing about lame issues my mother used to tell us: "You're cut by the same scissors". Both of us would argue to defend our point of view, and neither of us would give up. On our way to my grandfather's house in Mexico lived I did not say a word nor did I cry even though I felt really sad. I could not cry, perhaps because all I had in my mind was my dad's voice telling me: "Your grandpa passed away," and some good memories about Christmas and Easter at my grandpa's place. I remember 2000's family reunion, when I told my family I wanted to get my tongue pierced.
