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It was the winter of eighth grade. I got this call in the middle of the night. It was my grandma calling to let my mom, my sister, and I know that my grandpa had to have open heart surgery because he had a heart attack. That morning we got up my sister, and I didn’t go to school. We went to McDonalds to get some breakfast, and we were on our way down to Norfolk, Nebraska.

When we got there an hour later, he was already in surgery. My whole family was there well at least all my aunts and uncles, even my uncle who lived four hours away was there. We waited and waited and waited, and finally four hours later he came out of surgery. We couldn’t see him yet because he needed some rest so, they let him rest. A half of an hour later we could finally go and see him but only two at a time. When I got to his room, I tried my hardest not to cry, but my hardest wasn’t enough, and tears were rolling down my eyes. Just the fact of seeing him with all those tubes everywhere I couldn’t hold the tears back.

He made a slow but good recovery, but I will never forget that day the look he gave me said that everything was going to be ok. That is the day the most I was like the color green because I had a great amount of hope.