conflict soulution lesson learned

sal and her grand parents because her gramps determ

 sal cares about his grandma  and thinks that she will be dissapointed
sal and gramps was happy that she saw old
 fateful sal and his gramps was happy that grandma was happy to see it 

stared at the hole. Everyone was listening. 

“Is it time?” Gram said. 

There was a faint noise and a little spit shot out of the hole. The man next to me said, “Aww, 

is that all—“ Another noise, this time a little louder, a grating and crunching sound like walking 

on gravel. Two fitful spits. “Aww—“ the man said. 

Then it was like the radiator boiling over or the tea kettle blowing its top. Old Faithful hissed 

and steamed. A sudden spout of water shot out, maybe three feet high. 

“Aww—” the man said. “Is that all—” 

More steam, boiling and hissing, and a huge jing-bang spray of water surged out, climbing 

and climbing, and then more and more, until it looked like a whole river of water shooting 

straight up into the air. “It looks like an upsidey-down waterfall!” Gram said. All the while 

there was a walloping hissing, and I could have sworn the ground rumbled and trembled 

underneath us. The warm mist blew toward us and people started backing away. 

All except Gram. She stood there grinning, tilting her face up to the mist, and staring at that 

fountain of water. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, huzza, huzza!” She shouted it into the air and noise. 

Gramps wasn’t watching Old Faithful. He was watching Gram. He put his arms around her 

and hugged her. “You like this old geyser, don’t you?” he said. 

“Oh!” Gram said. “Oh yes, I do.” 

The man next to me was staring open-mouthed at Old Faithful. “Lordy,” he said. “Lordy, 

that’s amazing.” 

Gradually, Old Faithful slowed down. We watched it undo itself and retreat into its hole. We 

stood there even after everyone else had drifted away. At last Gram sighed and said, “Okay, 

let’s go.” 

We were inside the car and about to leave when Gram started to cry. “Gol-dang—” Gramps 

said. “What’s the matter?” 

Gram sniffed. “Oh, nothing. I’m so happy I got to see Old Faithful.” 

“You old gooseberry,” Gramps said, and on we went.

“I sure do,” Gram said.