Saying goodbye
I was 11 years old and living my life day by day. It was a Tuesday like other Tues-days. I went to school, came home on the school bus, and did my homework. My mother came home at five as usual, but I saw that some-thing was wrong today. She looked very sad.
When my mother was making dinner, I went to get something to drink. Suddley she took me in her arms and told me we must talk about something. I thought I'd done something w-rong. I started to think, but I found I couldn't think of anything I'd done. At last she said "Last night, your grandfater went to sleep... and didn't get up apain."
I was very sad. When my mother told me a-bout it, I thought my mother was joking. But I then knew it was true. My grandfather was dead, and he had left us without saying goodbye.