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A mistake I cannot atone
Friday, November 9, 2007

The whole room fell silent as we watched Grandmother cried her heart out. She was thumping her loved one's chest and chided him for leaving her alone in this world. Despite how he treated her when he was alive, Grandmother loved Grandfather till the day he died.

It was a melancholy occasion. I was speechless as I stood there, forlorn. I regretted the action I made 9 hours ago and now I cannot make up for it. As I thought back on my unforgivable behaviour, tears trickled down my cheeks... ...

School ended but my friends spread the news that we would be receiving our chemistry preliminary paper in the late noon - a few hours after school ends. Barely a quarter of the class decided to stay back. As I did not want to go home too early, I asked my friends to accompany me to wait for the results.

Time passed quickly as we saw our chemistry teacher arrive carrying a stack of papers. Receiving back my paper, I grinned despite having failed again. I felt that I had at least improved, thus was in a really good mood. While my teacher went through the answers with the few students, My friend suddenly received a message on her phone. It was from my boyfriend saying that my family was looking for me to go to the hospital to visit Grandfather.

Being one of the more popular students in class, I decided to act cool in front of my friends thinking that I can avoid embarrassment. Despite knowing that Grandfather was already in the Intensive Care Unit, I behaved as though I did not cared at all. I groaned loudly and asked a rhetorical question of whether I really had to visit my grandfather. Little did I know that this attitude would lead to much regrets. Borrowing my friend's phone, I confirmed the details with my family before explaining to my teacher that I had to leave early. I felt awkward as all my friends' eyes were on me.

While packing my bag, I sighed loudly as I told my friends in a reluctant and annoyed tone:"have to go to the hospital, no choice."

That very day, I never went to the hospital because I reached home late. I thought that I could still visit Grandfather the next day.

It was 2am the next day when Dad woke the family up saying that Grandfather was going. We hurried down to the hospital only to be told that it was too late. I stood there unable to accept the fact that Grandfather was gone.

Having thought back on my undesirable behaviour, I realised what a fool I was. For the sake of face value, I actually gave up the chance to see Grandfather alive for the last time. There were no room for regrets because I deserved to be punished for having been so rude and uncaring. It was a mistake I cannot atone.

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