My Worst Day
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101519039 SYED ABDULLAH
THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE
It was a cold day in November of 2006. The wind was strong and there was a lot of heavy rain. Well, it was a typical day for my family. My mother, my younger sister and I went to go visit my grandmother in Islam pura Lahore. We arrived there about 9:30am in the morning give or take a minute or too. We were initially planning to visit my grandfather in the hospital but beforehand, we decided to take up some time and help clean the house a little bit. For the past couple of weeks, My grandfather really hasn’t been doing well at all concerning his health. We would usually go visit him early at the hospital around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. However, on this day, we lost track of time and we ended up going later at 4:30 to the Ganga raam hospital. On the way to the hospital, I felt very weird feelings inside but I really thought nothing of it. Therefore, when we arrived at the hospital, me and my mother & sister went to room 316, the room he was staying in. As I walked into the room, I saw my grandfather’s face and it was not the same. He had his head tilted to the side with the saddest look on his face. I could see it in his eyes that things were not looking good for him. As we walked in the room he did not say a word to us, All he did was look around with this stare that is indescribable. He stared at me as if everything was over for him. I immediately went up to him and gave him a kiss and asked him how he was doing and if he was okay. When he tried to answer me, all he was doing was stuttering and when I saw that he couldn’t talk right I busted into tears because I never heard my grandfather stuttered in such a horrible manner. I also saw the reaction on my mother’s face. My mother went to go talk to the doctors to see what was the condition on him while me and my sister were holding my grandfather’s hand. As I was looking at him, tears were running...
101519039 SYED ABDULLAH
THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE
It was a cold day in November of 2006. The wind was strong and there was a lot of heavy rain. Well, it was a typical day for my family. My mother, my younger sister and I went to go visit my grandmother in Islam pura Lahore. We arrived there about 9:30am in the morning give or take a minute or too. We were initially planning to visit my grandfather in the hospital but beforehand, we decided to take up some time and help clean the house a little bit. For the past couple of weeks, My grandfather really hasn’t been doing well at all concerning his health. We would usually go visit him early at the hospital around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. However, on this day, we lost track of time and we ended up going later at 4:30 to the Ganga raam hospital. On the way to the hospital, I felt very weird feelings inside but I really thought nothing of it. Therefore, when we arrived at the hospital, me and my mother & sister went to room 316, the room he was staying in. As I walked into the room, I saw my grandfather’s face and it was not the same. He had his head tilted to the side with the saddest look on his face. I could see it in his eyes that things were not looking good for him. As we walked in the room he did not say a word to us, All he did was look around with this stare that is indescribable. He stared at me as if everything was over for him. I immediately went up to him and gave him a kiss and asked him how he was doing and if he was okay. When he tried to answer me, all he was doing was stuttering and when I saw that he couldn’t talk right I busted into tears because I never heard my grandfather stuttered in such a horrible manner. I also saw the reaction on my mother’s face. My mother went to go talk to the doctors to see what was the condition on him while me and my sister were holding my grandfather’s hand. As I was looking at him, tears were running...