Blog-huh?

Since my father's accident, tonight is the only time I feel comfortable speaking up.


I remember details about the horrifying night. The time we got the call from the car. Telling us that Dad got hit on his right arm. When we got to the hospital, the bullet went into his right chest. The torture, pain I felt my body wrapping me. I saw my father in the E. R. bed with six doctors and nurses surrounding him. Inserting needles, sticking stuff in his body, all different kind of machines were in the room. I don't even know what it is for or if they were any use. I only knew one of the machines - the crash cart. The floor is covered in blood. Not seeing him moved a muscle had my heart stop. Till I called out to him to be strong. I saw his hand moved. That was the time I called all angels to help him survived and to be strong to fight for his life. From that point, I felt my greatest test in life.


Words couldn't explain how much strenght I pulled out from myself that night. I was inches from breaking down. I was trembling with fear. I hold back my tears. I new if i burst from that instant, I would have been useless and it would not turn out to be like today.


It was a 48 hours of nightmare.
It was nothing like getting your heart broken.
It was restless.
It was scary.