After my personal hygiene, I rushed up upstair for breakfast before leaving for my writing class starts at 8:00 am. I ate a small disk of sweet sour pork with a bowl of rice that my mom prepared the night before. My life could have been full of depressed without my mom; she has the answers to everything, like where to find my brand new pair of puma shoes, the TV remote, or even how to cure my hiccups, etc.. When I was young, I was stubborn and a sly kid. I would execute my mom’s requests under her presence, but I 'd rather find a way to get away with it when she was not there. After my severe dengue, I began to obey my mother more. I got dengue because of my stubborn and disobey to my mother. Dengue fever broke out in Vietnam during 2007.
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People with dengue disease often have a fever, with aching throat, and pain all over their body. When I woke up that morning, I could feel the hot heat run within my body. I rushed to throw my blanket away, and I was shaking within two seconds because it’s too cold for some reason. My throat was aching and dry like I haven’t drunk water since forever. I knew something odd happening here, so I loudly called my mom for help. She made me a small cup of lemonade, which could lower my fever and febrifuge my body temperature. I stayed home and ate pho while my mom was going out to buy me some medications from our local pharmacy. I wondered at the time if I had a dengue, and I couldn’t hang out with my friends since it was summer. My head filled up with those thoughts while my mom was walking to the house. She prepared the meds as instructions then gave it to me with a small cup of warm water. I thought I would get better after two to three days of taking the meds, but I was wrong. The fifth day, after my first fever, I could barely move in that morning. My legs got smaller and I couldn’ walk at all. My mom began to freak out as she ordered a cab to get me to the hospital. I had never since her like this before. Her eyes were red and filled with tears. I could easily notice that she was trying not to cry in front of me. Maybe, she already did once or more before she rushed to carry me into the cab as it parked in front of my …show more content…
After my severe dengue, I began to listen to my mother more often. I would execute all of her requests, and I would do it justice. I began to do all the house chores that I supposed to do before my severe dengue-like sweeping and mopping the house floor, clean the dishes and etc.. I started to come home right away after school and help my mom with our small restaurant. I began to go to church more often during the weekday as she asked me to. I took everything she taught me for granted and respected every single one of them. I believed that everything my mom did for me was because of my own advantages. It is, thus, I always listen to her and ask her for the opinion on most things in
People with dengue disease often have a fever, with aching throat, and pain all over their body. When I woke up that morning, I could feel the hot heat run within my body. I rushed to throw my blanket away, and I was shaking within two seconds because it’s too cold for some reason. My throat was aching and dry like I haven’t drunk water since forever. I knew something odd happening here, so I loudly called my mom for help. She made me a small cup of lemonade, which could lower my fever and febrifuge my body temperature. I stayed home and ate pho while my mom was going out to buy me some medications from our local pharmacy. I wondered at the time if I had a dengue, and I couldn’t hang out with my friends since it was summer. My head filled up with those thoughts while my mom was walking to the house. She prepared the meds as instructions then gave it to me with a small cup of warm water. I thought I would get better after two to three days of taking the meds, but I was wrong. The fifth day, after my first fever, I could barely move in that morning. My legs got smaller and I couldn’ walk at all. My mom began to freak out as she ordered a cab to get me to the hospital. I had never since her like this before. Her eyes were red and filled with tears. I could easily notice that she was trying not to cry in front of me. Maybe, she already did once or more before she rushed to carry me into the cab as it parked in front of my …show more content…
After my severe dengue, I began to listen to my mother more often. I would execute all of her requests, and I would do it justice. I began to do all the house chores that I supposed to do before my severe dengue-like sweeping and mopping the house floor, clean the dishes and etc.. I started to come home right away after school and help my mom with our small restaurant. I began to go to church more often during the weekday as she asked me to. I took everything she taught me for granted and respected every single one of them. I believed that everything my mom did for me was because of my own advantages. It is, thus, I always listen to her and ask her for the opinion on most things in