August Magazine 2014 Becoming Psychic Magazine February 2014 | Page 55

Grandad took Zach and Paul down the stairs, still making them laugh as he always did. I ran back into my Lilac, or Li-lack room
as I called it, and grabbed my favourite pair of jeans with the pretty butterfly on the leg, and a pink jumper and t-shirt. Hopping on
one foot, I tried to get my boots on as I was going out of my bedroom door. I looked at myself in the mirror that was on the landing
and decided it was okay, but my hair needed brushing. It would have to do, tangles and all.
Running down the stairs for breakfast that Mum had just called me for, I ran straight to the table and sat next to Grandad . He
always made me laugh with his silly jokes, and oh, the silly things he did to make everyone laugh. Mum used to say he was worse
than us kids sometimes, but we all laughed together a lot. I liked having Grandad living with us. Mum said that he had not been
well which is why he came to live with us, and I thought it was a great idea.
He calls his floor his apartment. He has his own bedroom and his own front room. We go up to visit him when he does not have
the doors closed at the bottom of the stairs. We know he is resting if they are shut, and we need to be quiet in the house. He has
lots of special things that we are not allowed to touch, but our favourite was the music boxes that played music when you opened
them. Grandad said that one was his Aunt Lilies. She was his favourite aunt. He tells us stories about her, his mum and dad, plus
the adventures they had when he was a little boy. We love all the stories of olden day times.
Mum had cooked sausage and bacon sandwiches, our favourite. We asked if we could play in the
snow after breakfast, and were told as long as our
rooms were tidy then yes we could, but only if we
had the right clothes on. Paul asked Mum, could
he have a carrot to build a snowman. Mum just
laughed and nodded her head yes. As she was
checking all our clothes, she was putt wellies on
the right feet, and clothes the right way on. She
laughed when she saw Paul had put his pants on
back to front, and inside out. She liked for us to
“have a go” though, as she put it.
As we left Grandad, Mum was clearing the
dishes away and all three of us went out into the
garden to play. The snow felt cold and soft until
you pressed it together; you could make balls out
of it, then shapes.
As we were playing, a terrible scream came
from the house and lots of crying. We did not
move; we just looked at each other. It felt like
ages while we waited to hear anything else. I told
the boys to stay in the garden and I would see
what has happened; I was the eldest after all.
As I walked into the kitchen, Grandad was lying on the floor holding his chest. He looked like he was hurting. I could see it in
his face and eyes. I asked Granddad ha