My Life After The Hospital

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It was Friday, July 15th 2005, I woke up to my grandma telling me with happy tears in her eyes that my mom was in the hospital. I froze, I was shocked, I didn’t know what was going on. “What happened” I asked my grandma worried about my mom. She didn’t answer. I once again I asked “What happened”, I got no answer. I’ve never been so worried in my life, I thought something bad happened to her. After me constantly asking the same question over and over I finally got an answer. Once I found out the answer I was trying to keep my cool, but I couldn’t. So many different emotions were running through my body. All I wanted to do that day was go to the hospital and be with my mom and dad.
The car ride was long and stressful. There was a huge car accident and we had to detour which made us even more late than we already were. After we finally arrived at the hospital after many turns and bumpy roads we then realized that we came to the wrong hospital. We were now even further than we originally were. “Was I going to see my mom give birth to my new baby brother or sister?” As we got in the car I started to cry. This day wasn’t going anyway how I wanted it to.
After hours of driving in circles and going to the wrong hospitals we finally made it to the right one. We got in the elevator and rode up to the second floor that’s when we found out the even worse news. At that moment I was even more devastated. No one was allowed in my mom’s room under any circumstances. My brother had to…

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