I was twelve when my grandfather suffered a heart attack. My mother wanted to reach our hometown at the earliest to be by his side, although his condition was stable. My father booked the following day’s flight tickets for us to travel. As my summer holidays were then underway, I didn’t want to miss out on daily football with friends. The next day, on our way to the airport, I pleaded with Mom to cancel our trip and postpone it to the next month. Reluctantly, she agreed. Three days later, my grandfather passed away. I couldn’t look into my mom’s eyes.
By Arun A.K.