The Long Holiday (part 2)

But this Christmas' disaster was awful, atrocious, epic. A chill went down my spine as I picked up a branch and saw grandpa laying there on the part of the stairs that had not been destroyed.

"Flash, do you think that grandpa is dead??"

"I hope not, because, well,-"

"Because? well? What?!"

"Because he's the grandpa of lifetime, if I was ever scared he would always find something to comfort me." After Flash said those sad words he started to sob.

I knew it was up to me to make Flash feel better like grandpa would have. But what will I do? I thought, as my only grandpa was laying down, still as a rock. I slid down the railing and ran as fast as I could have possibly been running to mom and dad's room. Whenever I see my mom crying I break out in tears, so I walked into my mom and dad's room and told them that grandpa was laying on the stairs and how the stairs had collapsed.

Me my dad and my mom scrambled to our feet and rushed to the stairs. We saw grandpa laying at the top of the stairs, so somehow Flash had hauled grandpa off the stairs and was now trying to figure out wether or not grandpa was alive.

"Flash, we can't get up the stairs they're broken. This might be time to say goodbye

(Check out part 3)