Today is my Grandmother’s birthday and she is 83. My family and I went to go visit her after church. We bought her a dozen long-stem roses and a chocolate cake that read “Happy Birthday Mom.”
I am so happy and grateful to God that she is alive. About two weeks ago she was taken to the hospital due to a cough that seemed perpetual. Then the doctor told her she had pneumonia. We had no idea that she was sick until my aunt called me two Sundays ago. I had missed her call because my family and I were in church. After church I heard her voicemail and it said, “Monica. Our mom’s in the hospital. Tell your mom to call me back.” I was so close to tears and I told my mom and she seemed to get pale. So we hurried over to the community hospital and went to go see her. My grandma looked so little and fragile while she lay on the bed. She tried to move and fix her pillows, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t really talk, she only mumbled.
When she was in the hospital, she had a lot of visitors. Almost all of my cousins visited her and her daughters and sons and even great grandkids. She is the most vital member of our family. She holds us together and everyone loves her.
But now, she’s back home and recuperating quickly. She talks normally and even scolds relatives when they do something bad. She ate cake today, not a lot, but enough for satisfaction. We talked for some and she told us to keep having faith. Those are words of a wise abuelita. Happy Birthday, Grandma!
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aww sounds like it was fun...I am glad she is doing better :)
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