Kong called and hearing his voice immediately made me start crying. I honestly have no idea why, maybe it's from the guilt and partially from the fact that he sounded so ill.
I'm feeling like a sad excuse for a human being as I do homework rather than spend time with him, especially when he needs it. Well, at least I finally got the chance to see him today. It brought me back to the times where he used to tell me stories about the war and I just listened. I like his voice, it's very soothing and I don't know why but it helps me think.
I told him I had to leave to go back and continue doing work because I couldn't afford to fail BT2s. He looked at me worried again, knowing that I still haven't been sleeping very well despite it being the holidays. He told me that it was okay to fail as so long as I tried my best and that'd he'd personally pay to let me retake my A levels if I failed this time round. Nearly started crying again, what did I do to deserve a grandfather like that?
People tell me all the time how they have like almost all their grandparents still alive and I was only ever fortunate to properly grow up with my grandfather but he's definitely made up for me having to miss the rest. There have been times where I wondered how different things might be if my grandmother lived slightly longer or if I did still have grandparents in the UK, but I'm satisfied with what I have because I think I already am lucky.
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