So There's This Senior Citizen Novels & Stories

the elderly man said as he entered from outside, carrying a tray with several bright orange oranges. I quickly stopped the elderly lady, saying, "No need, Madam. We had dinner not too long ago in town, so we're not hungry. Please take a rest." Steve complimented, "Sir, the oranges here taste really good." "That's right!" the elderly man replied enthusiastically. "We grow oranges in our county, and this season's oranges are the best. Every household here cultivates them."

Seeing all their hand stretched out, I quietly picked up my glass of water that was right beside me. “I’m fine. It is just a small cough.” I mumbled and drank my water. “I am sorry that I startled you.” Grandpa Haven apologized. “Grandpa why are you apologizing. She is the one that is a scaredy cat.” Someone suddenly as I looked up to see who it is that just spoke. And yet again, It was another elderly man must older than Haven. He looked like he was in his 60s but he is also calling Grandpa Haven, Grandpa? How?!

Senior citizens are precious to me because my grandmother was the one family member who was always there for me throughout my life. "I have no idea how to accept this!" he exclaimed as he walked away. I focused my attention on the old gentleman. A grin never left his face when he looked in my direction. "Are you all well, Mister?" I inquired. "I am okay. Thank you for defending me," he said, expressing his gratitude. I smiled at him and added, "Don't even bring it up; if other people see the kind of treatment you received, I'm sure they'll help you as well."

"Oh, I completely forgot!" He exclaimed and ran his hand on his head. He picked up the call and greeted him, "Hello Vincent. How are you?" "I'm fine. Are you through with your lunch?" "Yes. It had been a long we communicated. I had been busy with the Center for the Elderlies." "Yes. It's been quite long. Are you the person behind the Elderly Center in Grey Lake?" "Yes. Did you hear about it?" "Yes. It was all over the news in my country."

The woman inquired sarcastically, not liking the senior's overbearing manner toward Safira. "Or don't tell me you like this junior, come on Deo, you shouldn't be easily fooled by the innocent smiles of juniors, don't you remember last year's episode, when a senior had to fight on the streets because of a junior!" The girl tried to remind him, but the senior seemed unconcerned. He motioned for Safira to take a seat. "Sit down, don't mind her; her mouth was rough, but her heart was gentle," he continued.

He let out a sigh. "I'm getting old," he said. "Otherwise, you'd already be dead." A hint of weariness flickered in his eyes. No matter how strong his will was, he couldn't stop himself from aging. "Mr. Clarkson Senior almost killed Jaden and the other three? That… That's insane."

Mila leaned over, whispering conspiratorially, “Sky, brace yourself. This is about the seniors mixing with juniors.” She snorted, obviously enjoying my impending doom. “Don’t act like you’re not going to die a little inside when you realize that ‘mixing’ includes every single sports senior and their entourage.” Yeah. Great. That’s exactly the nightmare I needed to be shoved into before my third cup of coffee.

"Speaking of interesting cases, have you heard about our mystery VIP patient? The one in the executive suite?" "No, what's the story there?" Sarah leaned in with a sly grin. "Elderly gentleman, chronic heart issues, but he's got the most wicked sense of humor. Keeps flirting with all the nurses and female doctors – nothing creepy, mind you, just these incredibly charming old-world compliments. But his condition..." She shook her head. "Honestly, I'd be surprised if he makes it through the month. The weird thing is, they took me off his case yesterday. No explanation, just a reassignment notice."

"Pack me the rainbow ones, please." "Hazie!" I was pulled into a ball of hugs on reaching the senior home, warming up my cold day. The universe could play ping pong with my life, but at the end of the day, I would always be thankful for providing this piece of heaven on earth to me. I could fake a smile all day, but here, not a moment passed when my lips streched without the cringes around my eyes. Happiness was bound to find those who tended to elders, because it sure found me. "Hey! That's not fair. Y'all forgot me," Blake whined from behind, eliciting a series of chuckles from the group.

I held the mic. "What do you want me to sing? "I shouted to the crowds. And that was when I saw an old grandpa in my concert. I was touched with his appearance. I could completely understand why youngsters were there but old grandpa? I walked to him with my mic and asked him," What do you want me to sing, grandpa?" "The tune that made you musician," he said straight. Nobody had asked me that. Seniors are obviously always seniors, they can feel more things that even we cannot imagine.