August 12, 2008
When I was fifteen, I went to spend the summer with my fatherís parents. About an hour before I was to leave for the airport, we got a phone call telling us that Momís mother had a brain hemorrhage and was in the hospital. My father got one of the men who worked for him to take me to the airport, while he and the rest of the family flew to my other grandmotherís bedside. When I finally arrived in England, I learned that my parents had forgotten to call and I had to tell my grandparents the terrible news.