It was Friday night. All my family members went to their bedrooms. I was still in the living room watching a T.V program about animals. Suddenly, my father's mobile rang. After my father answered, he been very sick and that my uncle took him to the hospital.
Dad woke my mum. I told the maid to make to take care of my younger brothers and sister. Then, the three of us went to the hospital.
There, on the bed, breathing with much difficulty, my grandparent's face looked pale (yellow). He was awake. I greeted him. He could hardly talk. I knew he had fever because he was sweating. He was really in great pain. Meanwhile, three doctors and two nurses entered the room. They asked us to leave.
When the doctors finished examining my grandpa, they assured us that he must have a small surgical operation to remove the inflamed appendix. We were really worried.
After two days, my grandpa got out of the hospital. He was mush better. All my uncles, aunts and cousins were waiting for him in his house. On that day, we had a very nice party to celebrate his recovery.