They Are In My Heart P2
6 days after being in our new house, it was normal days I used to go to visit my grandma everyday when she was in the hospital, until that black day came, I was watching TV down satires while my brothers were watching TV up stairs, when the phone rang I picked it up I heard my dad voice asking me to give him the number of my aunt cell phone, I was asking myself why do he need her number, but I gave it to him, he asked me about the last day I saw my uncle, I told him that it was 5 days ago. After that he did not say anything…
After 30 minutes my cousin (Farah) called me and asked me about my dad’s cell phone number then I asked her “what’s going on?”.She didn’t answer me after that she told me that she will tell me later, inside of my I knew that there is something wrong, after minutes my cousin called again and when I picked it up she said without any beginnings..(Maryam try to call your dad and tell him that Uncle Ali is dead…).
I was shocked and I could not believe her, my tears started falling, I shouted at her (what are you saying??..Why are you saying such a bad joke!!...tell me you are joking…)…she did not answer from the phone I heard my aunt crying…my heart started beating (Farah please let me talk to my aunt!), when my aunt talked to me she was crying ( where is you father?. he is gone…I will not be able to see my dear brother Ali again)
I did not know what or why or how all that had happen, I screamed and cried I could believe that I lost my second father forever…I walked to my brothers they were setting watching TV, they heard me crying all I said ( close the TV…Uncle Ali is dead..)…they stood up…they could not believe me, the youngest Mohammad get out from the house while Ahmad was not able to say a thing…
After one hour my dad came I did not believe that he is my father, in the first time in my life I see my father crying!...I did not ask him anything
In that night I could not sleep, my Uncle was in my mind all the time, he was not married…he died alone.....
In the morning my dad took me to my aunt home, we I saw her she hugged me and start crying… in that moment I knew that it was true, in her home my grandma sisters and her brother were there….
But the big problem was…how can we tell my grandma that she won’t see her san again…
After 30 minutes my cousin (Farah) called me and asked me about my dad’s cell phone number then I asked her “what’s going on?”.She didn’t answer me after that she told me that she will tell me later, inside of my I knew that there is something wrong, after minutes my cousin called again and when I picked it up she said without any beginnings..(Maryam try to call your dad and tell him that Uncle Ali is dead…).
I was shocked and I could not believe her, my tears started falling, I shouted at her (what are you saying??..Why are you saying such a bad joke!!...tell me you are joking…)…she did not answer from the phone I heard my aunt crying…my heart started beating (Farah please let me talk to my aunt!), when my aunt talked to me she was crying ( where is you father?. he is gone…I will not be able to see my dear brother Ali again)
I did not know what or why or how all that had happen, I screamed and cried I could believe that I lost my second father forever…I walked to my brothers they were setting watching TV, they heard me crying all I said ( close the TV…Uncle Ali is dead..)…they stood up…they could not believe me, the youngest Mohammad get out from the house while Ahmad was not able to say a thing…
After one hour my dad came I did not believe that he is my father, in the first time in my life I see my father crying!...I did not ask him anything
In that night I could not sleep, my Uncle was in my mind all the time, he was not married…he died alone.....
In the morning my dad took me to my aunt home, we I saw her she hugged me and start crying… in that moment I knew that it was true, in her home my grandma sisters and her brother were there….
But the big problem was…how can we tell my grandma that she won’t see her san again…
posted by Violet Rose @ 6:17 AM
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