• For the past nine years, me and my grandfather have been close. It was spring break in Hawaii and I was excited because his birthday was soon to come.
    I ran towards him every day counting down the days of his birthday. All he would do is that he would smile and ruffle my hair. He made me feel loved for the first time in my life.

    The days passed by faster, and soon break was almost over.
    That day, I was at a day care with my younger sister. All of a sudden, my mother started to run in the building before I could even finish coloring my picture I made for my grandfather.
    She signed us out with great force and quickly grabbed us, leaving me no time to grab my drawing.
    As we entered the silver Lexus, I saw tears from my mother's eyes.
    "why are you crying mom?" I asked in a scared expression.
    "Y-your gr-grandpa died..." My mother said as tears rolled down some more.
    I sat in the car shocked. I couldn't believe what I had just heard.
    I started to tear up, and pretend that I never heard that, and waited till we got to the house next to a fisherman's boat.
    I ran towards the door wishing that it wasn't true, but when I entered, there he laid with eyes closed and no movement.
    When I saw it for myself, I started to cry. The cry soon transformed into sobbing, then into bawling.
    I mumbled in my breath as I cried... "H-happy early b-birth-d-day..."

    That night was silent. As soon as I came home, I ran towards my room and cried myself to sleep.
    As I floated in my dream, I saw my grandfather smiling and giving me a big hug. As my dream ended I woke up crying, but this time it was tears of joy.
    I wished I could have that dream again, but it never came.

    Years passed and I soon developed a sixth sense. I could see the dead.
    I've never cried ever again since that day, and it has been five years and counting since I last saw him with a warm smile.

    Now fights and anger are released in my world, but it's okay, as long as I remember him, I'll be okay.