A Christmas tale with grandpa

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Last year's Christmas holidays were one of the best for me. I remember every single detail; it was my last holiday spent with my grandfather. One of the most memorable moments was the visit of my cousins from Canada.

They arrived on the 28th of the month to stay with the rest of the family, arriving early in the morning. I loved it when the house was full. It was just my siblings, cousins, and a few aunts and grandparents. The house was spacious enough to accommodate everyone, but my uncles preferred their own time, either lodging in hotels or staying in their own houses.

My uncle had four daughters in Nigeria before they relocated to Canada, where they had their last child, a boy. When they were around, I liked the boy because he was an energetic and social child, quickly fitting in with everybody, including my grandfather, who became his best friend.

In the evening, during dinner time, he didn't want to eat with us because it was a local dish. He looked at the food with a grudge, saying, "No, I don't like it; I want fries." Everyone laughed at the way he rejected the food.

"If you don't eat this food, then you won't be eating tonight at all," his senior sister warned him.

"Then I wouldn't eat; instead, I will wait for daddy to get home," he said as he went to the sitting room. His sister immediately went after him in anger, dragging him by the hand.

"You will eat it whether you like it or not; after all, we too are eating it, and we like it," she insisted.

There was a tug of war between them. Finally, my grandma intervened and told my cousin's sister to leave him alone. As soon as she let him be, he ran straight to my grandfather, who was sitting by the window, as he usually did at night after his dinner.

"Grandpa, she is trying to force me to eat when I don't like the food," my cousin said, pointing at his senior sister, not realizing that my grandfather was blind.

"Who is disturbing you? Who is that person?" my grandpa asked.

"Grandpa, look at her!" he said as he pointed again, hoping my grandfather would see. My grandpa obviously couldn't see and was hinting to the little boy that he was blind.

But my cousin didn't pay attention; instead, he became impatient and angry with my grandpa, thinking he was being ignored. "I am pointing at her," my cousin yelled with frustration.

Inside, I was laughing uncontrollably. It was truly dark humor. His other sister later carried him and explained to him that grandpa was blind, so he couldn't see the person being reported.

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