My Vacation

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Ever since reality hit me four years ago, I wake up everyday reminding myself to always be grateful for your loved ones. I recall the time my family and I took a summer vacation to India. It was a trip I will never forget for a particular reason. As the trip to India was coming to an end, it was time to say our final good-byes to all of our family and friends. On the last sunny day of vacation with drops of sweat running down my face, my mother decided to visit her family one last time before it was time to head off to the airport. My brother, my father, and I went to my aunt’s house in the mean-time to visit my aunt and uncle one final time. In a small town in India, my aunt and uncle, who are both doctors, own a hospital where they actually also live at the upper level. The first two floors consists of hospital rooms and on the third floor is where their home is located. We called for a rickshaw, which is like a taxi in India, and rode in the rickshaw to the hospital. As we arrived at the entrance, we walked upstairs to their house inside the hospital. With little time left, we sat down and talked with my aunt while my uncle was dealing with patients.
As all sat together in the living room spending quality time together, my aunt brought up the idea that she should take a blood test from my father to make sure he didn’t have any health issues that he wasn’t aware of. I refused to allow her to take his blood. My father and I both have a fear of blood and we black out the
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