“Grandpa, how are you doing?” I said as I let out my brightest smile. I dared not tell him what I was going through, or he would worry himself so much. I knew my grandpa. He didn’t want me to be in trouble, and now was not the exception.
“I’m alright, pumpkin,” he said to me, still smiling, but I saw the smile slowly disappear.
“Pumpkin, how are you? How have they been treating you? It’s a pity that I can’t really help you out of this situation. Your parents will be turning in their graves if I die, leaving you here in a loveless marriage.” My grandpa smiled sadly as he stared into my face. My grandpa gave me his ‘tell me the truth, I’ll not freak out look’. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I stared back.
At that point, I wanted to tell my grandfather everything I was going thr
