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… another light shining. As I creep closer, the light is growing bigger and bigger. My eyes have adjusted to the dark now and I can see clearly. I realize that the other light is my flashlight reflecting off of something. It was a picture; one I had seen before.
It is a picture of PawPaw, my grandfather. He died about a year ago and MawMaw still hasn’t gotten over it yet. I feel something soft underneath my foot, so I shine the flashlight towards the floor. I see a carpet in front of PawPaw’s picture. I sit down on the carpet (very comfortable). Surrounding the carpet are candles and it smells like they were burned lately. I get up to walk to the back wall. As I’m walking, I stumble over my own feet. I drop the flashlight and it turns off. I hear it hit the wall.
“Maya! Are you okay?” asks Jess. She kind of sounds worried.
“Yea, I’m fine,” I scream back, “I just tripped over my feet.”
I hear Jess’s nervous laugh. I try to find my way over to the wall by crawling. When my head hit the wall, I stood up. When I was up, I place my hand on the wall and AAAAAAAHHH!!! I found a light switch. I flip the switch to on and a bare light bulb, bright as the sun, lights up the room. On the wall above the light switch was a bulletin board. It’s covered with newspaper articles about the plane crash.
That’s how PawPaw died. PawPaw had rented a passenger plane for MawMaw and his 50th anniversary. On his way to pick up MawMaw, the pilot had an unexpected heart attack and the plane went out of control. The plane crashed into a cliff. The saddest part about where they crashed is that that is the same spot where PawPaw proposed to MawMaw.
I pick up the flashlight, take a newspaper article from the bulletin board, and turn off the light. As I’m walking over to the stairs with the help of the flashlight, I’m starting to remember all the fun things I used to do with PawPaw and how Emma never got to meet him. She probably doesn’t even know about how he died. I’m finally at the bottom of the stairs and Timmy gives me a big hug and cries, “I thought you would never come back. You were up there for the longest time.”
I laugh, “Sorry I didn’t tap the wall, but I did bring back evidence of the family tragedy.”
“What,” asks Timmy
I hand Jess the newspaper article.
She looks at it and grins, “Well, I guess you’re not a chicken after all.”