Word Count: 210
My Valentine
My teacher asked each student in my class to pick someone
to be their valentine this year, make a card, and write about them. I picked my
Grandpa.
When Grandpa was younger, he used to play dollhouse and
tea party with me. But he is sick now. He has Alzheimer’s disease, which makes
it hard to remember who people are and other important things.
I remember the first time we visited Grandpa at the
nursing home and he didn’t know who I was. It hurt my feelings.
“What a pretty little girl,” said Grandpa. He asked the
nurse who was pushing him in a wheelchair, “Is that your daughter? Why is she
crying now?”
Mommy explained that he couldn’t help it. I understand
that now.
Anyway, I think my Grandpa is the best because he still
tries to play games with me even though Mommy has to explain to him that I’m
his granddaughter every time we visit him. I can’t imagine how scary it must be for him to not
remember his family. That’s why I decided to visit him on Valentine’s Day to
tell him that he’s my valentine this year.
“Thank you for picking me,” said Grandpa. He gave me a big
hug.
Respectfully submitted,
Ken Major