Homesick

My head was pounding and I was biting my nails. I sat in my room on the phone with my grandfather as he talked about his latest illness. The more I listened to his optimistic approach to his sicknesses, the more I craved home. I wanted to be there to see him. I didn’t know what was going on. No one else would give me any other explanation. I didn’t even know he was sick and I wanted so badly to help.