Grandpa Gheorghe slowly sat down on the big mattress and put a blanket over his feet. The mother left by the door with red eyes of crying.s. That’s when I noticed that Grandpa was breathing heavily. He was no longer just the quiet old man I knew; he seemed much weaker than a week before. Look through the telescope. I approached carefully. Through the window one could see the clear sky of September, and above the hills there were thousands of stars. I asked. Grandpa smiled. — We have a little while.
My mother turned her head, trying to hide her tears. Then Grandpa explains the truth. Two months earlier, doctors had discovered a serious illness. The treatment could not change things too much, and in the last few days his condition had worsened. My mother knew. My aunt knew it. Almost all adults in the family knew.
