I arrived at the bus station, when I entered the bus I was the center of attention, maybe it was because of my hat or maybe because of how frail I looked. After the bus stopped all the other passengers left I stayed. I kept on going on my journey, two and a half days had gone by. I had arrived in the city feeling tired and stiff from sitting for a long time, so I decided to walk there. I saw a building and rested on its steps for a bit. I did not realize that I had blacked out. A kind officer found me on the steps and offered to take me to the city bus stop where he had told the bus driver to take me to Bell View Drive. I thanked the kind officer and started to walk again. When I saw groups of houses I knew I arrived. I walked in the middle of the street hoping to see the house number better. Suddenly I heard noises behind me then I saw a group of little kids and dogs a couple of blocks from me. The dogs ran fast I could bearly run they had gotten so close to me. I wearily poked them away but I know it wouldnt do any good. A boy runs to rescue me I seemed to recognize him, is that my grandchild? Martin? It has been so long I thought while he shooed the animals away. The dogs and the kids ran. I took a look at my grandchild then I formally greeted him, Hau, Takoza I said. We shook hands. He grabbed my suitcase and took my arm to guide me to their house. My granddaughter runs to us and then embraces me. Hau, Marie, I said then shook her arm. They supported me up to their house stairs then the door opened. It was Cheryl still little as she was the last time I saw her. Grandpa! she yelled happily. You came to see us! I couldnt help but smile I stretched my hand
to hug the young girl. Wicincila, little girl., everything started to fade.
I woke up in a small room where I saw familiar faces. My granddaughter Marie tried to feed me but I was angry, she shouldnt have to take care of me I thought to myself. I know I should eat it. I siped the soup and in between every sip, I told them of my great journey. Did you find the money in my boots? I asked Marie. She shook her head, No martin found it. Then she starts to scold me, how can you keep so much money in there, what if someone stole it! I laughed, how can someone try to steal it, I would have felt it if someone was trying to take off my boots. The money was for my funeral but now you take it to buy groceries so that I wont be a burden to you while being here. My granddaughters husband told me I would never be a burden and his sorry that they never thought of bringing me home with them after their yearly visits and spear me of the long discomfort of a long bus trip. I smiled, Thank you. But dont feel bad that you didnt bring me with you, for I would not have come then. It was not time. The room was silent for a moment I could tell that they were deep in thought. I looked at Martin, Also, I have come because it is soon time for Martin to have the medicine bag. Martin came close to the bed. Not now, Martin. It is not time. Now I will sleep. I closed my eyes, two mouths had passed now Cheryl would bring her friends, every day after school when they visited me on the porch. It had become my habit to set there every afternoon. I would tell them stories every day they came. I knew Martin was embarrassed to bring his friends over but I understand he had his own reasons.