Creative Writing Assignment: A Beautiful Love Story of Grandparents

This creative writing assignment presents a narrative centered around a granddaughter's visit to her grandparents, setting the stage for the recounting of their extraordinary love story. The story begins with the granddaughter's observations of her aging grandparents, highlighting their physical and emotional connection. The heart of the piece unfolds during a storytelling session where the grandparents share the details of their enduring love, marked by both joy and heartbreak. The narrative delves into the challenges and sacrifices they faced, including a period of separation due to a difficult decision made by the grandmother. The story culminates in the revelation of their unwavering bond, emphasizing the strength of their love over sixty-five years of marriage. The piece explores themes of love, loss, family, and the enduring power of relationships.

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Finally, we get this one night at grannies, I know it’s because mum and dad are working late
but it’s worth it. As we approached their house I could see how exited they were to have us over,
even if it was just for a night. “My grand kid, you’re all grown when I saw you last you were this
tall”. I could hear grandpa utter this from a distance but that was just who he was. He could tell
you the same thing just hours after seeing you. Some say it’s an effect of memory loss common
to the elderly. “Grandma you look great”, were the only words I could utter. Her smoky gray hair
was growing longer as the days go by; her milky watery eyes were a good evidence of the years
she had lived in is world.
She had this angelic smile that portrayed the innocence of her generation, her weak and
fragile voice just wanted me to hold onto her evrytime I visited. As we got in the house I could
see that grandpa’s white hair were getting less and lesser on his head, his aged blood flecked
eyes were still betraying him since he still had a problem in differentiating between my sister and
I, though he still had that pleasant smile that am pretty sure has done a good job in gluing my
granny at his side for all these years. His trembling but flattering voice has always made us
comfortable every time we came over. As they walk I could see the unsteadiness in their strides
which got me worried. Yes! That sweet old unique smell that only exists in this house, I love it,
it’s like you could smell the number of years these two have been together.

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After dinner it was time for the “sit down”, this is what we call our story time. It’s always the
best part of each visit and this time it was all about their love story, they had promised to tell it to
us in our next visit and here we are. Everyone moved to their favorite spots, grandpa moved to
where granny was seated with their favorite blanket he covered her. She answered him with this
beautiful smile that exposes all the wrinkles that covered her face. As they debated on whom to
tell the story we could see how much they still were in love with each other, there was no love
lost between them. Finally, grandpa won the lottery. “Your grandma, my beautiful wife, was the
best thing that ever happened to me. When we met I was only twenty-five working as you know
am very had working. My wife here was only twenty-four. Am right? We knew we were meant
for each other and needed no five years to prove that after two years of dating we decided to get
married of course she said yes to my proposal and I even took her for her gown fitting”. He
turned to grandma and whispered something into her ears, and she smiled and kissed him on his
fore head.
“Sometimes I have to remind her how much I love her girls. The wedding dress we picked
was the most beautiful dress has ever seen your grandma on, baby it was and is still amazing on
you”. My interruptive sister couldn’t wait to interrupt. “Which one of them grandpa? The last
time I checked grandma had two weeding dresses?” “The one your sister can’t wait to get
married in. the beautiful one. Back to my story girls. On our weeding day I got up so early, I
guess I was the first one in church, I wore my dark blue suit and girls I rocked it. I waited for my
bride for six hours I wasn’t impatient because I was sure that even if I was going to wait for ten
hours I was leaving the church with her as my wife and that’s all that matters.
At around three past midday, I got this all from your aunt Caro that your mum had just gotten
married to my late best friend Sam you’ve probably heard about him. I almost took my life, at

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that moment my world stopped it’s like for the next three minutes I stopped living. I always
knew that he had something for your grand ma and in numerous occasions it almost made us
fight but I didn’t know how serious it was until this day. For three months your I didn’t have the
strength to look or even talk to your grandma”. “Yes, John, for three months I came looking for
you and all you ever did was push me away but I understood it was my fault”. We all could see
the pain in grandpa’s face he probably was at the verge of breakdown.
Grandma decided to take over. “You know girls, when I was on my way to church I got a call
from Sam’s sister. He was at the hospital and wanted to talk to me, I could never say no to that.
Getting there, he was in a lot of pain, he had been battling with brain cancer and it was at stage
four. He was dying. “If only you could marry me and let me dye a happy man, give me the
chance to be your husband, please Sara”, were the first words he uttered to me. Looking at him I
could see a dying man with a death wish and at the back of my mind was the picture of your
grandpa in church waiting for me to arrive. I always tell him that, that was the hardest choice
have ever had to make.
I knew deep down that I this choice would cost me the love of my life but then I was offering
Sam eternal peace in his next life”. We could see tears forming in grandma’s eyes. Grandpa took
her into his arms and rocked her back slowly. A two-minute silence took over and grandpa got
the strength to continue. “Two weeks later after their marriage my best friend passed on. I know
he died a happy man, I made sue that he knew that I had nothing against him and we will forever
be best friends. I don’t know how I managed to hold this against you for all those months. When
we began our forth ‘no talking month’ your granny here popped in at my working place in her
wedding dress and a ring on her hand.

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How was going to say no to this beautiful woman who some few months ago had left me
stranded in a church on my weeding day and married my friend. The love of my life, and here we
are today our love has only grown stronger throughout our sixty-five year of marriage. At this
point I was struggling to control my tears we moved to where they were seated and hugged them.
Now we understood why my Nana had two weeding dresses and the one I love the most had a
very weird history.
As I lay in my bed I could not stop thinking of how strong the bond between these two was.
How strong the power of love is. So love can move mountains. What I wished for was to get
more time to spend with these two. The beautiful scene of them walking to bed holding hands
will forever remain in my heart. It like they were in their sweet sixteen.

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