plastoflippancy – A Whistle

Jealousy is a curious thing.

When i was in the 6th grade i remember being jealous of everyone around me.

No matter how hard i tried i could never whistle.

The people around me always looked so happy – whistling some cheerful tune or some catchy song,

and i always felt left out.

I remember going to visit my grandpa on my 12th birthday.

He was always the best whistler i knew. He would always do amazing bird imitations, and he won various whistling competitions,

and i always pestered him about teaching me how to whistle, but he always told me i’ll learn it when it comes to me.

This year he told me he had a special gift for my birthday this year, and that if i’ll be good i’ll recieve it.

I was so excited, i couldnt wait to get that present. i knew my grandpa had something amazing for me.

I loved my grandpa.

I woke up the next day and tried, like i always do, to whistle.

I drew a long breath, put my lips together and let out a clear and long whistle!

I was so excited!

I wanted to let the whole world know!

As soon as i got to school i started whistling happily and bragged about it to everyone.

I was never this happy.

Nor will i ever be that happy again…

When i got home that day i was still whistling cheerfully as i entered the livingroom.

I saw my mom sobbing, and my whole familly sitting there in a gloomy mood.

My grandpa died..

My wish came true, but at what cost?

I could never stop blaming myself for it.