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The Unexpected Experience Essay

One day I was walking down the street in my home country heading to my grandfathers house, it was a beautiful day where the sun shone, the gentle breeze passed by me as if as if it was saying hello, and the birds were singing a lovely song, but suddenly I felt something evil approaching me and getting nearer and nearer till I started shivering because of nothing. Another moment passed and my mobile started ringing, and I got news about the death of my grandfather. While talking on the phone I was still walking on the same street and suddenly I found myself in front of his house. I then hurried up the stairs and went to see why that happened I asked and my grandma said he died on his bed from 10 minutes ago. I was shocked that I walked the way here happy because I will see my grandfather, who I didn’t see for about 2 years, and find him dead 10 min before I reach.

I sadly sat on the sofa thinking of what is the impact of this incident on my father, who was outside the country, shall I tell him or he will be shocked. Many thoughts started to appear in my mind, so I decided to ask my uncle who was living in the same house and he said we will tell him that my grandfather is in the hospital and then after 2 days we tell him that he died. I agreed on that because it will decrease the amount of shock on my father because he will start thinking that his father may die. My father felt too sad after he heard the news and decided to ride the plane here after 2 days. I had to lie to him because I was afraid something happens to him. I stayed depressed for 2 weeks and wouldn’t believe it. When my father came he understood why I lied to him and tried to think big of life and accept what happened. I understood how a good day can turn up a bad day in a minute.

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