The year was 1992; I was thirteen years old and a seventh grader in middle school. I grew up in Lawrenceville Georgia with my mother, father, and two sisters. My parents were married twenty-five years at this point in my life. My dad was seventy-seven years old, but he was a young seventy-seven, my mother was forty-four years old. He had a full time job cleaning offices at UPS. My father would cook dinner, work a full time job, and take care of my sisters and me because my mother worked a third shift job. He would cut the grass, complete odds and ends around the house as if he was fifty-five years old. However, he did not look, act like a seventy-seven year old man. He was the best father my sisters and I could ask for. He was a true definition of a respectable, responsible, caring, loving, and wonderful dad. On an average day, my father drove to work, in our little two-door Hyundai Excel. While driving to work, he started to feel a sharp pain in his arm and some pain in his head. My father began
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We both knew all their medical history at our young age. Marina and my mother rushed our dad to the emergency room. I was at home with my younger sister Veronica, to make sure she was fine. We were waiting for them to call with some news. Eventually my sister called, she said, “Hey Lorena, the doctors are saying dad had a stroke. Thank god we rushed him to the hospital because we prevented further damage.” I was sitting there shocked, confused, and I asked her to explain what a Stroke was. She clarified what a Stroke was and said he would get better. The stroke caused my father’s whole left side of his body to become paralyzed. His left side of his face was droopy and his speech became slurred. The doctors said it was incredible my dad drove all the way back home suffering a
We both knew all their medical history at our young age. Marina and my mother rushed our dad to the emergency room. I was at home with my younger sister Veronica, to make sure she was fine. We were waiting for them to call with some news. Eventually my sister called, she said, “Hey Lorena, the doctors are saying dad had a stroke. Thank god we rushed him to the hospital because we prevented further damage.” I was sitting there shocked, confused, and I asked her to explain what a Stroke was. She clarified what a Stroke was and said he would get better. The stroke caused my father’s whole left side of his body to become paralyzed. His left side of his face was droopy and his speech became slurred. The doctors said it was incredible my dad drove all the way back home suffering a