Dad.
“Sid to the main office please” the loudspeaker announced during my history class. Being curious I could only imagine what I had done to have to be sent to the main office, my mind was full of negative thoughts as I quickly recalled if I had done any mischievous acts recently. As I entered the main office I saw the school guidance counselor patiently waiting for me and offering me a beverage, she then assured me that I wasn’t in any trouble and that something had happened outside of school. I was now wondering if it wasn’t my recent actions that why would I be talking to the guidance counselor in a private room in the main office. She then told me that my dad had suffered a heart attack and that he was in the emergency room. Being twelve years old I was shocked that my personal role model was ill and I began to breakdown as the worries of losing him filled through my head. My mom had arranged for my aunt to pick me up from school to bring me to the hospital to see my father and mother at the hospital. On the car ride to the hospital my aunt assured me that he was safe and doing well on the ride to the hospital which was a great comfort because her place in my life was just as high as my dad’s. Once arriving at the hospital I broke down as I saw my father laying on the bed with various wires and tubing attached to him. I was left in the room for a few minutes to take in the situation as my aunt believed it was best if I had experienced shock and love at the same time in two different circumstances, the time I was in there with my dad I had “conversations” with him of all the memories we had and all the times we had shared. My father was in the hospital for a period of two weeks and those were the most enduring two weeks of my life as I had to face difficulties with school, household drama, and the constant fear of losing my father. During the two weeks when I was home alone with my dog and my mother at work I had to take on the male responsibilities such as keeping the house in order, making my own food, taking care of my dog, and assuring my mom that everything will be better even though I was not sure if it would.
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