A few days had passed since Gramps had been admitted. He had broken his leg and that was the reason why he couldn’t stand. The incident had put a damper on my holiday mood. There were just three days left before my grandparents left. Gramps had spent most of his time in the hospital. Grandma tried to comfort me in her own way. She baked, cooked and even played Jenga and football with me. Somehow it was not the same. I missed Gramps.
I heard the door open and I watched as Dad helped Gramps in. He was on a wheelchair. There were definitely not going to be any walks in the near future. I flung myself at him and gave him a big hug.
“Careful dear! His leg isn’t fully healed yet!” said my Mom. I nodded and took a step back.