Essay about Beautiful, Strong, Loving
It was the 23rd of May 2014 at 2:00am in the morning when my mum got up out of bed trembling to reach her bedroom floor. I was wondering whether she was ok or not. I had a bad feeling something was going to happen. My dad rushed her to the hospital. He was driving the car as fast as a bullet.
So I just came home from work experience and I was sitting at home alone. I was wandering if mum would be ok or not. I couldn’t imagine what they would have done to her. I can imagine them putting a 2 inch needle in mums hand and all the blood oozing out of it, 'ouch ' that would be painful. I could picture the hospitals atmosphere smelly, disgusting, and horrible. What would you do if you went all that pain? I suffered thinking how would mum stay in such an unpleasant atmosphere.
I could visualize the…