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It was a Friday after school. I got home really excited about my family's upcoming trip to Rocky Point. As I entered the house I noticed something unusual, the TV was not on, and the TV is always on from 6am to 12 or 1 am. I was getting this tense feeling, which quickly replaced my excitement. The second unusual thing was the fact that mom was not on the phone. Usually she is talking to grandma at that time. Dad was still home after his lunch break, not so unusual anymore since he became his boss's friend. "What's wrong?" I asked. No answer. "Is there something wrong?" I asked again. "Yes. We've canceled the trip," mom said in a weak, breaking voice. "What?" I started to get upset. "Why would you do that? We've been planning this trip for years!" I over exaggerated. I was so selfish; all I cared about was my so perfectly planned trip. I never stopped to think about the reason why they had canceled the trip. It took me approximately five minutes to realize the trip annulment was not the only origin of that anxiety, there was still something wrong. Dad looked me deeply in the eyes and said "Your grandfather passed away," just after a tear rolled down his face. "What?" I could not believe his words. I could not believe my