I blinked, stopping mid-step as I looked up at my brother in confusion.
Cancer? I'd heard of it. Some horrible disease that could kill anyone. It had no cure. The image of Grandpa having suffered from that frightened me and even more so, angered me. Why hadn't anyone told me?
"How come none of you told me Grandpa had cancer?!"
I glared at my brother, letting go of his hand as a tantrum took over. Another childish outlet of fury.
"Because we didn't want to worry you."
Sure, worry me.
Still, at seven years of age I was pretty knowledgeable about a lot of things. No wonder none of them had told me. Jay was right, I probably would have freaked out. But that was not a good excuse for hiding the truth behind my Grandpa's sickness. I'd still had a right to know.
The rest of the walk home was quiet - not one of grief or sadness but of an irritation that I harbored towards my brother. It stuck to me throughout the rest of the day and for a few days after.
No one had told me.
And not only had that angered me but got me into really wondering what else my family hid from me: questions I'd thought I'd never delve into at such a young age.