Grandpa

He has always been there to help me, since the age of 5.
He taught me how to swim and how to dive, also to read and write.
But now I cry every night Because of what he has. He sits on the couch in pain while I stand there and watch him.
I look at my grandma with beautiful eye’s, and little tear rolling down her cheek. She smiles as if she is trying to be happy. Trying not to make me cry. But deep down inside she’s screaming for help.

I’m now 11, and I pray every night that God will help me through this time to make my grandpa feel just fine.

**this is old. sadly my grandpa passed away. but he is in my heart. RIP Nestor Flores 1936-2003**