Luckily I reached school as soon as the security guard was about to close the main gate. Suddenly, my mobile phone rang:
‘Hung, I need… you…now!!’ my grandfather murmured, his voice was so weak that I could barely catch his words.
‘What’s this, grandpa?’ I had to bellow to oppress all other noises.
‘...’
Out of the blue, the phone line disconnected. I called him back but nobody picked up. I wondered if anything terrible had happened to him. Since my parents were in Europe for some private business, I was indeed my grandfather’s sole hope. Realizing the urgency of the situation, I left school immediately without hesitation. Quickly, I took my bike and hastened my speed. It was another torture for my muscles which were already deathly tired after the long ride to school.
As a child, I used to go to the park with my grandfather everyday. He was my best friend for sure. I would never forget the times when he took me to the evergreen park located at the outskirt of Hanoi. We usually spent the entire morning ambled around and relishing the pleasant warmth of effulgent gleams of sun-light. He always bought me a cake or candies.
Finally, I reached home, gasping for air. Avoiding wasting time, I used my spare key instantly. My right hand was shaking in paranoia as I pushed the key into the padlock. Never before had I found the unlocking procedure so difficult. Dashing into my grandfather’s room, I was stunned for a split second when I saw him lying unconsciously on the floor. Then without further delay, I called the ambulance. Tears started to run unchecked down my chubby check. The thought of losing him sent an intangible chill down my back bone. I held his hand, still warm and he was breathing.
Now, my grandfather was fine. I did not think about the test, I could take it again. And I had learnt a precious lesson from that day: care for your beloved familiars, because you did not know when you would be seperated away from them.
