Instead, he led us to the small closed porch that was in the back of the house.
There were two mattresses placed on the ground.
One was big.
The other was small.
Next to the window was an old telescope.
I looked at him confused.
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Grandpa smiled.
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“This was what I meant when I asked you if you could sleep by my side.”
Mom turned around, as if she didn’t want me to see the tears in her eyes.
“But why did it have to be a secret?” he asked.
Grandpa sat down.
“Because your mother wouldn’t have allowed it.”
That’s when Mom finally told me what they had been hiding for months.
Grandpa was going to the hospital the next morning.
I needed a serious heart operation.
That was also the reason Mom was constantly telling me not to sit on her lap. A few months earlier, Grandpa had also been operated on a leg and doctors had warned him not to undergo unnecessary efforts.
I looked at Mom.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want you to be afraid.”
Grandpa took my hand.
“And I didn’t want to go to the hospital before I kept our promise.”
“What promise?”
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He pointed to the telescope.
When I was five, I had once told Grandpa:
“Someday I want to stay up all night with you and see shooting stars.”
I had completely forgotten.
He’s not.
That night a rare meteor shower was going to occur, and Grandpa had spent months repairing Grandma’s old telescope to fulfill that wish of my childhood before her operation.
Around two in the morning, all three of us were on the porch.
I was on my mattress.
Grandpa, in his.
Mom was sitting between us.
Suddenly, the first trail of light crossed the sky.
“I saw her!” I shouted.
Grandpa laughed.
Then a second appeared.
And a third.
