When my mother came to the United States when she was offered a job here and soon after, she met my stepfather. They got married and he helped my mother bring me to America. When I moved to the United States, my life changed. My step-father treated me like I was his biological daughter and to me, he was my biological …show more content…
I came to the kitchen and found my stepfather on the floor. He fell on his side and his face was facing the oven. I started crying but I tried to do everything I can. I noticed his face was turning purple so I grabbed a pillow so when i 'm trying to turn to face the ceiling, I would not hurt his head. Sadly, he was really heavy for me and I could not manage to turn him. His cell phone kept ringing from his friends to say happy birthday when I was trying to call my mother. On top of that, the connection kept dropping and I kept freaking out but she managed to understand and called the ambulance. According to the house cameras. the ambulance came in five minutes but it felt like twenty minutes, no exaggeration. While I was waiting for them, I kept trying to turn my stepfather so I could give him CPR since I am CPR certified but I could not turn him. The ambulance finally arrived and they took him to the hospital. He went into a coma for a few weeks and then he was conscious. Being conscious did not make a big difference though because of his lack of oxygen to the brain, he had a lot of brain damage and therefore, he was and still is unable to talk, eat, nor walk. All I can ever think since that day is how my life could be if he was with me, right now, watching me and giving me …show more content…
The doctor told us that we should “let him go” since there was minimal chance of him recovering so my mom decided to take him home and we 'll take care of him. My mom spends extra money on a nurse, a special bed, his medicine, and extra skin care. I gave up my room so he can stay there so I sleep with my mother since then. Although financial problems still remain, the biggest problem is the gap I feel in my heart because my stepfather is here with me. I always think about everything he did for me and I always try to not break down crying but sometimes I just cannot help it. I remember me crying every time I heard the word “father” because to me, I actually did not have one. I miss him so much and words will never express how I feel about