You are a seventh grader.
It's a normal day, and you're walking through the halls at school. Walking to your next class, the last class of the day.
The school day ticks by,
And you finally are being driven home by your mom.
A phone call comes through
and your mom takes the call. You cannot help but wonder who or what she is talking about, even though she doesn't say much.
By the time she's off the phone, she's crying.
"Who was it?" you ask. "It was the hospital. Dad cannot walk, stand, or think very clearly." You can barely decipher what she is saying through her sobbing,
You all go to the hospital to visit your dad.
When you walk into the barren hospital room, you see your dad. He looks weak, tired, and out of strength. You shift your gaze to the two IV's penetrating his arm, and the pulse clip.
You asked your dad what happened...
He said they didn't know. They didn't know what he had, what was causing it, or if he'd get better.
Now stop imagining, because this is my reality.
My father is now able to walk, but he cannot go to work because of his cognitive functions. However, this has brought us all closer to each other as a family.