The Apple of My Eye
© Copyright 2021 by Lois Liu
Photo by Khamkhor on Unsplash
BEEP BEEP! SMACK!
. I finally awoke from my state, grabbed some dark-washed jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt to put over my pajamas. Grabbing a bracelet my grandparents gave me, I walked out of my bedroom.
I said ecstatically, going over the plans I made for today.
smell of heaven drifted in from the kitchen, aromas of syrup,
butterfly goodness, and pancakes wrapped around me like a blanket to
a snuggly baby. I stepped into the kitchen to feel the draft of
coldness cover me once more.
parents’ faces fell as they sat around the table and ushered me
to join them.
happened?” I mouthed to my mom, eyebrows scrunching up. My mom
waved a finger up and kept listening to what the caller was saying.
dad finally put the caller on speakerphone, and my aunt’s
normally calming voice came on. Except for this time she was speaking
in a panicked tone. Before she spoke of anything important, I grabbed
a few pancakes that just came off of the stove onto my welcoming
empty plate. At that point, I blocked out the conversation my aunt
and parents were having. I grabbed a red delicious apple from the
fruit bowl and took a bite, tasting the sweet lingering taste on my
I chewed, I thought, Must
be important grown-up stuff.
my aunt blurted out, “Dad fell right after dinner not so long
ago so he’s in the ER as we speak.”
choked on my apple and started coughing hysterically. My hands gave
out and my plate aggressively slammed into the cold tile floor with a
clank. The blood in my head rushed up and before I whipped around, my
eyes saw white spots on the floor.
WHAT?” I burst out, cleaning up the dropped food and styrofoam
plate then throwing it out along with my plans for the day. I grabbed
another plate of food and stood next to my parents.
outside and cool yourself for a moment, Néui,” said my
mom. (‘Néui’ means daughter in Cantonese)
I stepped outside, standing in the doorway one step away from a place
of distraction. I sat down at my regular bench and held my plate in
one hand while tracing the patterns on the armrest with the other. I
took another bite while looking for something that could occupy my
mind for a while. A sparkle caught my eye; it was the bracelet my
grandparents gave me--something I’ve worn since I could ever
remember. I stared at the charms that reminded me so much of my
exhaled, captured at the moment that nature gifted us with, an
escape. A droplet slid down my cheek as I gazed as the dark clouds
trampled over the pure blue sky. My tears colliding with the heavy
bearing downpour. I felt ached while drenched in a mixture of
confusion, shock, and of course, wetness. I dumped my food in the
trash, losing my appetite after seeing my rain-consumed breakfast.
stood in the rain, allowing it to cover me head to toe, drenching me
in its emotion. It was like I just stepped out of a book where the
protagonist stood in the rain, crying out their feelings.
back inside and change, you’re soaked!” Mom exclaimed
from inside. She hates when I step outside in the rain without an
umbrella. “Don’t get the floors wet, I just cleaned
yesterday!” her voice rising as each word progressed out of her
got it!” I muttered, stepping into the bathroom right next to
the door, overseeing the dew-kissed grass and rain jumping into
puddles. I sighed and grabbed a yellow jumper and white cardigan off
an update!” Dad exclaimed, rushing to pick up the phone that
was in the same place as he left it the last time my aunt called. We
all rushed to hear what the caller was saying.
Liu is okay, we checked him for any broken bones, and good news,
nothing except a few bruises. A bruise on the tailbone, and a few on
the arm,” the nurse kindly and patiently explained to us. I let
out the breath I was holding in, nodding my head. My parents
exchanged grateful expressions with each other.
nurse continued, “He is in recovery, would you like to speak to
dad answered for us, “Of course! I think my sister is there
too, you can pass the phone to her.” We glimpsed at each other
as we heard a scratch and rumble before a voice came back on.
Dad, he is doing much better now!” my aunt announced into the
I’m doing better, just a fall nothing to worry about. My
daughter insisted I go to the hospital. How’s my favorite
granddaughter doing?” my grandpa’s intense voice boomed
over the speaker of the phone.
grandpa, I’m good and I’m glad you’re doing
better!” I replied, relieved.
decided to move me to a nursing home for a while to look out for me
since there is no one home that often. Not like I had a choice,”
my grandpa rambled, as my parents and I giggled. Some things just
spent the next half hour talking with each other and enjoying the
company over the phone, as the rest of the family came and visited
Grandpa. Biting into my apple that I never released out of my hand, I
looked out the window, fumbling with my bracelet. I counted my
blessings of the sacred moments we have with a loved one.
Never take those for granted.
My name is Lois Liu and I am an 8th grader attending King Philip Middle School.