By Annabelle Ndubuisi
It was a calm, overcast day in New York City, the streets were as quiet as a graveyard with no signs of anyone in the city. The bustling city was no more. Whereas, in Mary’s house, there was uproar and excitement as Grandma was visiting that day.
As they were celebrating, they heard a knock at the door. “Could that be grandma?” they thought. Just then, they heard a strange voice and he said, “Hello!” I am looking for Mr Thompson. And that was their father. Dad opened the door and was shocked. He called out, “Fred is that you?” Then the man responded, “Yes, it is me”. Everyone was confused because dad never talked about anyone, not by that name. Just then, Dad said, “everyone, I would like you to meet my old friend from school, Fred”.
Everyone was silent and surprised. Mr Thompson asked him to sit and we all asked, “Why is he here and why have you never told us about him?”
Mr Thompson broke the silence but before he could speak further, they heard another knock at the door again. “Grandma”, they all shouted.
When she came in, she asked, “Fred, what are you doing here and how are your wife and kids?” They are doing well, he answered but my son has a terminal illness and I came to ask for money to sustain his treatment in the hospital.
Grandma and everyone felt bad. They gave him the money and later spent Christmas with him and his family and they lived happily ever after.
Annabelle is of Lordswill Academy, Abuja
