The Last Time
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was beating through my chest. I knew it was him but didn’t recognize the car he drove up in. It was an old Volkswagen beatle. It was as yellow as the sun. I knew it was a beatle because i had recognized it from the movie Herbie. I was scared and I didn’t even know why. My grandma could see the fear in my eyes so she told me to hide upstairs. Like any good grand daughter would i listened and made my way upstairs into my grandmas bedroom. It was so quiet in the house i could hear every sound. The door opened and i heard him speak. I couldn’t fully understand what he was saying exactly but i knew he was looking for me and my brothers. I was terrified but for some odd reason i had an urge to get closer so i can make out what they were saying. I slowly tip toed to the top of the stairs where he couldn’t see mebut I could see him in plain sight. “Can i wait here til they come back” he said in a hopeful tone. “No, I’m sorry. I have to leave soon so you cant stay here.” My grandma said firmly. “Okay well will you tell them i stopped by and let them know i will come back tomorrow same time” i can tell he was desperate to talk to us. His voice sounded soft and uneasy. When he usually spoke it was firm and with a purpose. But today was different. The door slammed shut and i heard my grandma lock the door and shut the blinds in the front window so nobody can see through. I ran back into her room and sat on her bed. I felt stupid that i was afraid to talk to him. I don’t know why i was scared but to this day it was one of the biggest regrets of my life. That was the last time i ever saw my father alive. I was too scared to talk to him. I was only 7 years old.he died a few days later. He came to see my two brothers and i because he knew something bad was going to happen and, all he wanted to do was see his only three children. And i was too scared to talk to him. Now in my adult life, i replay that day over and over. Wishing it was different. I wished that when I saw him walking up to our front door that I would run as fast as i could and give him a long big hug. I constantly think that if i actually talked to him that day that he would still be alive. I would still have a father and my life would be so different. After that everything changed.











