I’ll always remember the day I visited the old house by the sea.
The day was rainy and I love the rain. By that time I was ten. My parents and I were going to visit my grandmother. However, my parents didn’t talk about her instead; their topic of conversation was her house and nothing else.
When we arrived I ran to knock the front door as long as my parents discharged luggage. My grandma opened the door.
– Hi grandma! I’ve missed you – I said.
– Hello Luisa! I’ve also missed you. I thought you’ll never come back – She answered.
– Dad has been too busy and we couldn’t visit you.
– Now it doesn’t matter, get in. It’s cold outside. – I get in quickly.
– Luisa, where are you?! – I heard my mother shouting.
– Mum, I’m in the house – I told her. She came to me.
– The door was open? – She asked me.
– No, grandma has opened it.
– Sure, baby, why don’t you go to play to the garden? Your father and I had to clean the house before the lunch.
– Ok, c’mon grandma let’s play together. – We went to the garden and there we spend most of the morning.
In the table of lunch only were three plates. I was very surprised.
– Grandma, didn't you go to lunch? – I asked her.
– No, baby, I’m not hungry. Don’t worry.
After the lunch I went to the beach with my grandma, we did a lot of things such as walking, searching of shells, sand castle building and everything you could imagine. It was a very fun day.
While we were playing, some people visited the house. I didn’t know who they were although my grandma looked as she knew. In those moments, her face was very sad.
– Grandma what are you going to do when we go back to home? – I asked her
– Luisa, this will be the last time you’ll see me because I have to go to a place in which you can’t visit me.
– But… – I understood what she was trying to say. The only thing I could do was cry and cry.
The days pass and my grandma was still with me. Five days later my mum told that was time to go back home.
In the middle of the way to home I asked my parents:
– Why grandma can’t come with us?
– Baby, you must understood your grandma died seven weeks ago.
Missi Mon
Este es un cuento que escribí cuando estudie inglés, me gustaría su opinión y sus correcciones. Además de agregar sus interpretaciones, porque se lo leí a varias personas y todas me respondieron algo diferente.
Si prefieren lo pasaré al español, solo avísenme.
