An awful memory..

Five years ago when I was still in high school, I went through an awful event that happened to me. On the last semester of my repeated 11th grade, I had a really bad headache. It was before my math exam, my parents thought I was faking it, the headache was so bad that I felt my eyes were to pop out therefore I was rushed to the hospital.

I don’t remember much what had happened at the hospital however, after 8 long hours in the operation room; I woke up to find myself in the recovery room. My parents were standing beside my bed, my mother holding my hand and crying I tried to joke about it to cheer her up, but when I looked at my father and saw the tears on his eyes, I couldn’t hold it. A tear rolled down my cheek when I saw my father’s tears, it was the first time I saw such tears on his eyes, it made me feel how important I was to my father, I was happy but in the same time sad to see his tears. After my parents left, my uncle walked in, he asked me how I was, I told him I was fine, though the image of my father still carved in my head. My uncle and I chatted a bit until he had to go so my grandmother can come in. My grandmother was also sobbing, she placed her hand softly on my forehead and prayed for me to get well soon, I kept quiet, I couldn’t say much.

A full day at the recovery room finally passed, I was taken to a normal hospital room and when the clock hit 12, all my family members were walking in with tears in their eyes; I thought this day was going to be a really long teary day. However, that thought changed when my uncle walked in with a huge box of Duncan daunts, I smiled saying that was what I needed. We started eating those sugary daunts while laughing and making jokes at me and my sugary.

People kept coming in and out for the two months I spent at the hospital, walking in with tears then walking out with laughter as I treated them to a daunt. What I really enjoyed about being in the hospital was the daunts that my uncle would bring me every day, on the other hand, the worst memory was those tears I saw in my father’s eyes.

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