Where is Grandfather? I can't find him / Creative Nonfiction: Prompt #25

Arriving home from school, I dropped my backpack and ran to grandpa's room, but there I did not find my old man, it was the first time he did not greet me with a hug and a kiss on the forehead, I ran to the yard, to see if he was with the chickens, I was disappointed to see that he was not there either; _Where is grandpa, I asked.

-He is running errands, he will come later, said my grandmother.

I was surprised, because since grandfather stopped working, he rarely went out to the street. The afternoon went by and he didn't arrive. I looked for him in his room every now and then, but I couldn't find him.

_Grandmother: What time will grandfather come?
-Grandpa will be in the hospital for a few days," answered my grandmother; "go and take a bath, so you can have dinner," she said in a soft voice.

I didn't answer her anything, I just went to my room, I lay down on the bed, many thoughts came to my mind, why did they leave grandpa in the hospital? In the morning I said goodbye to him and he looked fine, now I came back and Don Inés is not there; After dinner, my mother and uncle arrived, both with worried faces.

_Mom: When is grandfather coming, I asked her.

-Soon he will come, Inés," she answered.

Several days passed and grandfather did not return, I kept asking about him, one day I came home from school and as usual I went to his room, but this time I lay down on his bed, with sadness I began to remember him, more than a grandfather, he was a father to me, I missed talking to him, listening to those long fantasy stories he told me with enthusiasm and patiently answering the questions I asked him.

Don Inés was my grandfather's name, a man of strong character, but very loving, my uncles and my mother said that I softened his heart and character, so I did not know that ogre that sometimes they described, I rather remember my grandfather as a well of love, he always indulged my whims and if I did something wrong, he reprimanded me with great subtlety.

One day when I came home from school, I found the news that grandpa had gone to heaven, that's what they told me, everyone cried, I also cried a lot, at my 6 years old what else could I do, I went to the yard, I told the chickens, that grandpa would not come anymore.

Until that day came the life story of Don Inés Borges, the most wonderful grandfather in the world, he would not tell me any more stories, there would be no more kisses, no more hugs, there I realized that no matter how hard I looked for him I was not going to find grandfather.

He left and I couldn't even say goodbye, to think that that last day I could see him, he was fine, as always he hugged me and kissed my forehead, if I had known it was the last hug, I would have hugged him tighter.

There were many days of sadness, perhaps because of my young age I was able to recover quickly, sometimes I came home from school running to look for grandpa, but I only found a room impregnated with his smell and many memories, memories that moved into my mind and live there permanently.

This is my Participation in the Creative Nonfiction in The Ink Well: Prompt #25 initiative, I hope you like my publication.