So There's This Senior Citizen Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Remember .... I'm not the only one you have to take care of. You guys shouldn't waste time on a senile old man like me." A second later, Julian shook his head firmly.

An adult or an old freaking old lady? Who can't know I'm 18, soon to be 19. Maybe a crazy man. Then, he is going crazy. Yes. Oh my, Zoe. Did I just insult him? Zoe what is wrong with you. What the hell. Zoe, you are now becoming bad. I'm always using the hell word too much. He faced me and scoffed, then he continued "The reason why I'm here today is to congratulate the seniors on their victory in the mathematics competition in which they emerged as the first" he paused as he looked at everyone as they are listening to him with rapid attention...

A white hot wife helps an elderly black man with his therapy. Enjoy.. ********** "We have literally dozens of senior citizens that need some sort of assistance or another. We can use whatever help you can give us." Mrs. Collins needed volunteers desperately. The senior center was relying too heavily on the few volunteers they had already.

"And, of course, we won't forget about this one… since you're old enough for this, you might want to take a few sips— Brewed Coffee! And take note it is still nice and hot." "You really almost bought everything!" Serine felt a bit overwhelmed. "We can't help but buy a few little extras… since the Senior is really excited about the visit." "You are still calling him senior, after all these years, haven't you been promoted a long time ago? If I want to be honest, you particularly look like a senior officer right now!" Serine jokingly said. "Really? Do I look that old now? Then why are my juniors keep telling me that I'm ageless…" the junior officer replied.

His looks told of a man in his late sixties with the wrinkles clearly visible on his face and few touches of grey hair on his head and chin. Despite his old age, he still had the energy of a young man. "You all are most welcome to this party." He said on the mic which he had in his hands with his voice a little husky. "I am most delighted to meet most of you. I am happier to meet Senator Hartz here with his son. I want to s_" He didn't finish his statement as they all heard the sound of a car drive into the compound. "I think the celebrity here just arrived." The man said, gaining laughter and chuckles from many at the party.

I'm suddenly distracted from my thoughts by the sounds of the group of seniors who've decided to come for an early bird swim. They're acting like kids, splashing each other and betting on who can hold their breath longer. I have to hold in my laughter when a bronzed older man in maroon shorts and a blue swimming cap declares that he's the winner by default because he has COPD. The others protest good-naturedly, lightening the mood. I sit up and adjust my oversized sunglasses. It's hard to keep my eyes off their antics. They're cute and their carefree attitudes make me smile, which is kinda nice. The first time I've smiled in the past four hours I think.

I explained. "Hey, why do you sound so down?" "What?" "Did something bad happen?" "Like i said earlier, you know me well better than anyone, senior." And I smiled at him. "Seriously, what happened?" "Thank you for asking but it has to be taken care of by myself alone, senior." Suddenly, Senior gave me a hug and said, "Don't forget that I'm here for you. Okay?" I hugged him back and said, "Thank you, Senior."

I suddenly asked, realising that he was no longer in front of me. Everybody, including Dorothy, raised their fingers to the sky at a flying, black, nylon-like object at an airplane's sky level. I took a closer look with my Eye of Insight only to see the cheeks of “senior” wiggling in the air as breeze rushed through his face in the sky. “Ah!” I screamed. “Can Senior fly? Just what sort of person is he? Why is Senior flying?” The shocked audience clutched their chests and nearly fell to the ground.

“Don’t worry, Grandpa,” Charmine coaxed Senior Jordan. “I’m a grown-up, and I know how to sort things out.” “I know you can sort things out, but it’s how you sort things out that worries me!” fretted Senior Jordan. He reminded again, “Remember how we’ve wronged you in the past twenty-three years; we just want you to be healthy. Don’t think of anything else. If anything happened to you, I won’t be able to live on.”

"It's about the old man. I suggested he come to you for treatment and be your patient." "What's wrong with him?" I asked in shock. "Well, simply put... He's gone senile."