Waiting Room

May 25, 2011
By Akd153 BRONZE, Outlook, Washington
Akd153 BRONZE, Outlook, Washington
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I remember the time. It was a year ago in March. The day was Thursday. It was in the afternoon. I remember sitting in the waiting room waiting for my turn to see my grandpa.

It had been the second time my grandpa had been hospitalized this year. The first time was because he had problems breathing. And now it was the same problem again. I remember looking around the waiting room.

I remember looking around the waiting room. I saw a giant fish tank with different colored fish swimming inside it. I see different magazines on the table and newspapers. I was thinking If my grandpa was going to be okay. I
remember waiting and waiting. Until it’s finally my turn to see my grandpa.

As I walked towards the door I felt nervous as I got nearer. My hands were shaking as I slowly turned the door handle. I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I walked in the room and I saw my grandpa.

He was laying in a hospital bed I walk up to him. And I ask him how he’s feeling. He says that he feels kind of tired but good.

I felt relived then I asked the doctor if he was going to be alright. And he said yes he’s just going to have to stay here a few days to monitor him. At that point I realized he was going to be make it.

By Antonio Camposeco

The author's comments:
My grandpa inspired me to write this piece

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