worry

Yesterday afternoon i was pretty scare, `cuz after all what happened the day before and me not knowing the why i wake up in a hospital bed, i`ll learn from my parents `bout my pneumonia.
But then i heard my parents talking to my doctor `bout funerary arrangements and i ask my dad when they were done, that what was going on, that why the talk `bout funerary things, that why if he is a doctor, he haven`t do nothing for me to heal, that, please to help me, and they just look at me, and for the first time in my short life i saw my dad crying; oh my god , i just want the ground to break apart and eat me, i just want to die rit there, i just was hysterical when i saw my dad crying. I was crying pretty loud, and start to tell my dad that, please, don`t to cry, that i didn`t mean it that way, that i was so sorry, then my dad just jump and came inside the plastic bubble that is over my bed and place hes hand pretty gentle on my mouth and told me that everything will be fine, that if he has to live on the street `cuz he has to spend all his money for me to heal, he woudn`t think it twice `cuz he loves me w/all the strength of every cell he has as a human, that i`ve being having the best heath care and doctors money can buy, and he just hug me so tight, and for a long long time. I need it that, i felt so safe, all my fears went away at that moment, i was just hugging my dad and sobbing `til i pass out asleep, is so kool to have a dad like mine; i thnxs God every day for my dad, i just love him to death, to death.
Posted by robert