One day as was at my grandmothers house. We were making a cake for grandpa, because he was supposed to come home from romania the next day. We were very exited. So after some time man came to our door, holding his hat in his hand, I went to the bathroom, but when I returned, my grandma was crying loudly. The man left, and she told me why she was crying; my grandfather died in an accident. The plane crashed before it reached Moldova. We were heart-brocken. We told my mom, and started to cry too. She said that she will never fly on an airplane, ever again. Ever since that accident, my whole family staid away from airplanes.
