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I Watched My Grandad Die
“Mummy, I don’t feel well” I whined.
“What’s wrong Darling?” she asked.
I didn’t know what was wrong, I was only four. I just knew I didn’t feel ‘right’. I didn’t go to school that morning. Mum took me to the doctor instead.
AT THE SURGERY
Grandad wasn’t well either. He came with us. I heard them talking, but didn’t really pay much attention.
The surgery was an old building, with brown carpets and grey walls. While we waited, my Mum and Grandad talked. I played with a couple of toys that had been left for the children.
“Eric.” The doctor called my Grandad in.
I didn’t know then what was going to happen. If I had I would have tried to stop him going in there. My name was called next. Mum picked me up and we followed the doctor.
THE CURTAINS
The curtains were pulled around us. They were green. I sat down on the bed and we waited for the doctor to come and see us.
It was so quiet, and then suddenly very loud. Running, footsteps along the corridors, and shouting. The curtains of our cubicle pulled apart,
