The Scar

My grandpa can already walk on his own. He had been practicing for a month and a half using a walker; today was the first time he managed to walk across the whole room without it. I began rejoicing and shouted to Grandma in the kitchen to come over, quickly come over, Grandpa can walk again! Grandma did come but she was grumbling at half volume, that’s just her luck, she managed to miss my first steps and now she missed her husband’s. But then she walked over to Grandpa and they shared a smile, then Grandma stroked Grandpa’s head which, surprisingly, still has a lot of hair. That only proves that life has a lot more in store for him. It’s the senior doctor who said that, when we were standing in despair in the corridor of the hospital.

Well, this deserves a shot of schnapps, Grandpa says. Then they let me leave because I have a test the next day. I tried to advance the cassette in my Walkman but it is so cold that’s useless. I got the Walkman from my grandparents two weeks ago so that the music will help pass the time when I have to travel back and forth because of Grandpa.  I even got a Boney M. cassette because according to Grandma that is what the young listen to these days. I was not familiar with them, but it’s not bad.

It’s almost seven o’clock when I get home but Mother is still occupied. Since Grandpa had his...