So here I was, at the hospital waiting desperately for getting answer for all this mess. My father, I could not imagine a world without him. My father means so much to me; he is the one who has taught me everything I know. I have come so far today because of him. Now I can’t throw that away, can I? I have said it once, now I’m going to keep that promise. That day I found how much he really means to me.
Two month that’s how long he has been gone, now I never let him go, I said to myself. I’m very pleased to have him back. I go out for a run everyday to keep him in shape, and make him eat his vegetables. The doctors said he needs to be strong both physically and mentally. Now that he has the risk for another heat attack, I was personally informed to have full responsibility of him.
Lately I haven’t had much time with my girlfriend, so knew I had to make it up for her, I bought her a necklace with my name on, and she really liked it. Finally as I was back on track, I never thought it was going down hill at the same moment, as my mom came back. She wanted to see how it was going with dad; I could not believe she dared to show her face in this house again, after being such a jerk to him. But dad didn’t really care at this time, instead of being angry he was taking cared by mom. I was angry so I didn’t talk to either of them; instead I went over to my girlfriend. She was the only one who could make me feel better; she was so loving and caring. She smiled at me while taking to tickets up from her pocket and then she said. “You know you told me how much you love Paris right?” at the same moment I was so glad, I just hugged her in all the excitement with no afterthoughts, when I really should’ve think about my dad and his health, then I just kissed her as if I said yes.
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