This post is part of a series about my experience leaving my life behind to care for my grandparents for a week. You can read the first post here.
I finally hit the point where I had no idea what day it was. Every day was starting to look the same:
Water the plants
Try to make myself look like a human
Crawl through the school traffic
Arrive at the hospital as Grandpa is eating cereal
Check w nurse to see how his night went
Oh look, a new IV spot
But then a little surprise...
"Lil' Darlin' why don't you go find yourself something pretty,” Grandma asked as she handed me her JC Penny card. “It's our way of saying Thank You."
Grandma had officially become uncomfortable with the role reversal - me the caregiver, they the receivers. Over and over she had told me I was being bossy, and now she was willing to pay to get me out of there.
It was a lovely hour, but one I couldn't fully enjoyed. I was uneasy buying a Thank You gift, even being offered one was unnecessary. And I was nervous being away. But I knew my grandmother wanted time with her husband without a chaperon.
The next morning, I would say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa and get on a plane to go home. Sadness crept up on me as I realized it would be the last time I would see my grandpa.
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