LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES
LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES
Life is unpredictable. Life is a mystery. “Life is like a box of chocolates.” You never know exactly what’s going to happen next. Each chocolate is like a new day. You never know what is in each chocolate until you bite into it, just like how you bite into each new day. My life has been very surprising some days but nothing compares to last week. Just last week my great grandmother had to be rushed into the hospital because she couldn’t breathe. It was very shocking because she is a really healthy person even though she is 92. The only reason she is in that hospital room is because of the blood clots the doctors found in her lungs. A little cluster of blood is the reason she is on life support today. It’s ironic how blood keeps you alive but also has the ability to kill you. The medication they’ve been treating her with has some drastic side effects for her brain, if she survives. The doctors don’t know if she’ll survive. It’s really hard for me because it’s the first time someone close to me is this ill. I’ve had close relatives pass away, but either they lived in another country or I was really young to feel anything. I’ve heard people say if you talk to the person and give them courage they’ll get better faster. I want to do that but she can’t hear anything because she’s deaf and that makes it harder. I want to remind her of all the fun we’ve had ever since I was born. I still remember the days when I was a little kid and she used to play with me. She used to go against my mom and give me junk food. She loved spoiling me. My mom never liked it but she didn’t dare stop her. She was also the only one that never said no to me. If I told her I wanted to eat a certain Indian food she’d start preparing it right away. If she was tired and I wanted to play hide and seek, she’d hide her tiredness and play with me. If I asked her for $5 she’d give me $10. She never disappointed me and I’ll appreciate that forever. I know she can
Life is unpredictable. Life is a mystery. “Life is like a box of chocolates.” You never know exactly what’s going to happen next. Each chocolate is like a new day. You never know what is in each chocolate until you bite into it, just like how you bite into each new day. My life has been very surprising some days but nothing compares to last week. Just last week my great grandmother had to be rushed into the hospital because she couldn’t breathe. It was very shocking because she is a really healthy person even though she is 92. The only reason she is in that hospital room is because of the blood clots the doctors found in her lungs. A little cluster of blood is the reason she is on life support today. It’s ironic how blood keeps you alive but also has the ability to kill you. The medication they’ve been treating her with has some drastic side effects for her brain, if she survives. The doctors don’t know if she’ll survive. It’s really hard for me because it’s the first time someone close to me is this ill. I’ve had close relatives pass away, but either they lived in another country or I was really young to feel anything. I’ve heard people say if you talk to the person and give them courage they’ll get better faster. I want to do that but she can’t hear anything because she’s deaf and that makes it harder. I want to remind her of all the fun we’ve had ever since I was born. I still remember the days when I was a little kid and she used to play with me. She used to go against my mom and give me junk food. She loved spoiling me. My mom never liked it but she didn’t dare stop her. She was also the only one that never said no to me. If I told her I wanted to eat a certain Indian food she’d start preparing it right away. If she was tired and I wanted to play hide and seek, she’d hide her tiredness and play with me. If I asked her for $5 she’d give me $10. She never disappointed me and I’ll appreciate that forever. I know she can