The sun's rays coming from the large windows reflected the incandescent glow of the white pillars of the hospital. This added some warmth to the hospital room, but the cold temperature outside and the snow on the ground made the room feel cooler. Just an hour ago, my grandfather was rushed to the hospital emergency room. He had collapsed in the bathroom while my grandmother and I waited for him at the table. The bathroom door wouldn't open, so I managed to pry it open with a pin, and there he was, lying on the floor, unconscious. My grandmother and I were in the hospital room, waiting patiently for the doctor. It was quiet, even though I knew my grandmother was crying inside but she didn't want to show it to me. We didn't know what was going to happen and hoped it was nothing serious. It was only later that I realized I had to call my parents. They had gone on a business trip to the United States and said they would arrive in about a week. They left me with my grandparents who lived in a neighboring town and I didn't mind. My parents always left me with my grandparents when they were busy at work and I loved it there. I came to visit them every weekend anyway, so it was no big deal to stay with them for a week. In fact, I feel like I got all the love and affection I needed from my grandparents rather than my parents. I tried to call my parents several times but they didn't answer; they were probably busy. I kept trying and trying, I mean how long can they ignore my call. It was 5 p.m. I finally decided to leave a voicemail saying, "Please call back ASAP, it's really urgent!" » I then returned to the waiting room to see my grandmother sleeping peacefully, or maybe she was just in the middle of a paper... it hadn't even been a week since my father died. grandfather, and now my grandmother is in the hospital. It was very important that my parents were here at this time. I felt like everything was spiraling out of control. I started blaming myself for everything that had happened. I mean, I should have taken care of my grandmother. If I was with her at the time, this wouldn't have happened. When the doctor came out and walked towards me, it was the same feelings as last time, running through me. This time I was more afraid. He came up to me and said: “Your grandmother survived, but... she is paralyzed on her right side. » I was stunned. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad at the same time. I was so confused. It was like a miracle to me that even after going through the same thing that my grandfather, my grandmother survived, and that's what I'm truly grateful for..